It Can't Happen Here by Sinclair Lewis is a prescient,
prophetic, visionary novel, that embarks on a cautionary tale of a
fascist, misogynist, racist leadership that manages to get
democratically elected in the United States. The novel was written in
1930s when fascism was on a rise in the Western Europe while communism
was growing stronger by the day in the Eastern Europe, and back when,
most of the European nations, the US and Japan harbored strong colonial
aspirations. Central to the story is the character of Buzz Windrip, the
man who becomes the nominee of a major party, then the president, and
then a dictator, "in order to save the nation from the welfare cheats,
from crimes and sex, from drinkers and bootleggers, from the rising
power of women who had just got the right to vote and work in
offices and factories, from the ascendant African-Americans,
businessmen Jews and the immigrants, from a liberal press, and imports". Buzz Windrip
is brought into power with the help of evangelists and with the help of
miners, laborers, and the so-called hardworking middle class American
who believe in his promise that everyone would make more money under his
leadership. In the first quarter of the novel, as the drumbeats around
the nomination and subsequently the election of Buzz Windrip get louder
and louder, the confounded intellectuals around the country go on
mumbling "It can't happen here!"
The novel is a razor sharp
political satire from another era, and it imagines the rise of both a
dictatorial president and his henchmen from a fully-functioning
democractic set-up. The scenarios imagined with a cold accuracy of a
truly imaginative and creative writer appear to the a script many
leaders around the world have emulated over the past few decades.
Sinclair Lewis was the first American novelist to win a Nobel Prize for
literature in 1930, for his major, more famous novels like Main Street,
Babbitt and Arrowsmith. Although America narrowly escaped the wave of
nazism and fascism in 1930s, the script of the novel stays as fresh and
as foreboding as ever. Buzz Windrip, who eventually wins the vote,
within this novel is said to have ghost-authored a book, written in a
folksy, funny, simplified language, with choicest examples and phrases
meant to echo in the minds and hearts of common people. Many chapters
open with a paragraph drawn from the imaginary book, (titled Zero Hour)
and each paragraph seems to have inspired words and phrases we have
heard in our times from the leaders who are said to be in touch with the
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Saturday, March 17, 2018
It Can't Happen Here by Sinclair Lewis
Monday, January 01, 2018
Books Read in 2018
Read in 2018 (53= 26 + 27; NF 4)
ENGLISH FICTION (21)
FICTION IN ENGLISH TRANSLATION -- (10): The Double by Jose Saramago, Kaputt by Curzio Malaparte, I am a Cat by Natsume Soseki: Volume 1, Volume 2 & Volume 3, Runaway Horses and The Temple of Dawn by Yukio Mishima, (Beware of Pity by Stefan Zweig), Morning Sea by Margaret Mazzantini [Translated by Ann Gagliardi], Botchan by Natsume Soseki [Translated from the Japanese by J. Cohn],
NOVEL / FICTION IN ENGLISH (11): The Shadow of the Torturer by Gene Wolfe, (Of Human Bondage by W. Somerset Maugham), The Claw of the Conciliator by Gene Wolfe, It Can't Happen Here by Sinclair Lewis, The Underground Railroad by Colson Whitehead, The Tiger's Wife by Tea Obreht, The Book of Chocolate Saints by Jeet Thayil, Cannery Row by John Steinbeck, Coyote Doggirl and My Dirty Dumb Eyes by Lisa Hanawalt, There is No Such Place as Far Away by Richard Bach,
ENGLISH POETRY (27=7+19+1)
ENGLISH POETRY (27=7+19+1)
POETRY IN ENGLISH TRANSLATION (7): War Primer by Bertolt Bretcht [translated from the German by John Willett], The Complete Poems by Catullus [translated from the Latin by Guy Lee], Songs of the Simple Truth: the Complete Poems by Julia de Burgos [translated from the Spanish by Jack Agueros], Birds for a Demolition by Manoel de Barros [translated from the Portuguese by Idra Novey], Homage to the Lame Wolf: Selected Poems by Vasko Popa [translated from Serbian by Charles Simic], By the Danube: Selected Poems by Atilla Jozsef [translated from the Hungarian by John Batki], The Book of Luminous Things: An International Anthology of Poetry, edited and compiled by Czelaw Milosz
POETRY IN ENGLISH (19): The Shadow of Sirius by W. S. Merwin, The Rain in Portugal by Billy Collins, Erratic Facts by Kay Ryan, Felicity by Mary Oliver, Exit, Civilian by Idra Novey, My Soviet Union by Michael Dumanis, The Day's Last Light Reddens the Leaves of the Copper Beech by Stephen Dobyns, Registers of Illumintaed Villages by Tarfia Faizullah, Perception by Christina Pugh, A Face that Does Not Wear Footprints of the World By Usha Akela, My Dark Horses by Jodie Hollander, House of McQueen by Valerie Wallace, If they Come for Us by Fatimah Asghar, The Singer of Alleppey by Pramila Venkateswaran, Atmospheric Embroidery by Meena Alexander, Ferrying Secrets by Ralph Nazareth, Sharp Blue Search of Flame by Zilka Joseph, Magdalene by Marie Howe,
The Complete Poems by Catullus [translated by Guy Lee] in Latin,
ENGLISH NON-FICTION (4)
ENGLISH NON-FICTION (4)
PHILOSOPHY / RELIGION / MYTHOLOGY / HISTORY (2): Three Ways to be Alien by Sanjay Subrahmanyam, The Lessons of History by Will and Ariel Durant
NON-FICTION - OTHER (2): (Traction by Gino Wickman), The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F*ck by Mark Manson
MAHABHARATA (by Mahrishi Ved Vyas; translated from Samskrit into English by Kisari Mohun Ganguly) (0/18):
LITERATURE : INDIAN LANGUAGES (1=1+0; 0 )
Hindi / Urdu / Punjabi (Fiction/Mythology: 0 + Poetry: 0 + Non-fiction: 0): Pratinidhi Kahaniyan by Bhisham Sahni,
Sanskrit (Fiction: 0+ Poetry: 0):
Sanskrit (Fiction: 0+ Poetry: 0):
(If I am through more than 50% of the book, it goes into the list of the year past, otherwise it appears in the new list next year. See here for the books read in 2017, with a selection of my favorite reads from the year past.)
Highlights from 2018
1. Kaputt by Curzio Malaparte: Both Kaputt & Skin by Malaparte are beautifully-crafted but horrifying and unforgettable portraits of human decadence, war-mongering, wars and cruelty, and essential reading for anyone who wishes to understand the impact and influence of war (WW2).
2. Botchan and I am a Cat by Natsume Soseki: Humor and satire, with heart-warming style.
3. Runaway Horses and The Temple of Dawn by Yukio Mishima: The second and the third book in Mishima's fertility series. Involves unforgettable passages about a visit each to Thailand and to India, especially to Benaras Ghats, ruminations on changes in Japanese society, Buddhism, love, honor and reincarnation.
4. It Can't Happen Here by Sinclair Lewis: You can say Sinclair Lewis invented Trump or at least presciently knew what could lead to the rise of Trump-like president.
5. The Tiger's Wife by Tea Obreht: A beautiful tale that weaves magical realism into a story that is both timeless and poignant, and beautifully written.
6. The Book of Chocolate Saints by Jeet Thayil: Like Savage Detectives, tracks down to source and beyond the movements and mysteries of Indian Writers (mainly Bombay poets) who chose to write in English. The prose is luminescent in places, I guess whenever the poet drops in to ignite a line or few.
7. My Soviet Union by Michael Dumanis: Great poems.
8. The Day's Last Light Reddens the Leaves of the Copper Beech by Stephen Dobyns: I can hear Dobyns recite in my head, and so the poems have additional appeal for me. Poignant and prophetic.
9. The Book of Luminous Things: An International Anthology of Poetry, edited and compiled by Czelaw Milosz: A great collection of poems, has no Indian poets represented though.
10. Pratinidhi Kahaniyan by Bhisham Sahni: A book that managed to give me goosebumps again, and again, and again.
Friday, May 12, 2017
The Splinter Factory by Jeffrey McDaniel
Jeffrey McDaniel is a heartbreak, wisecrack poet, and his poems contain a potpourri of metaphors that astound, amuse, hurt, and linger in your imagination. Though there is often a subtext of dysfunctional family, unrequited or unsavory love, crack or alcohol addiction, in nearly every line Jeffrey invents a language for human condition that is scintillating in its originality and imagery. Do not attempt to read these if you are a prude, do not attempt to recite these if your lips have never been silted by tears or blood. In poem after poem, Jeffrey stuns you with his metaphors, and his wordplay brings to page a gorgeous imagination that thrives in the surreal landscapes of "The Utopia of Scars" co-inhabited by desolation and hope. I find his poems intoxicating, and as I sip his punchy phrases, I feel I am at a cocktail tasting, as a special guest of a bartender renowned for discovering savory concoctions, made with unexpected ingredients.
In "Renovating the Wall", he writes: "I enjoyed my time in the uterus, reading / what the previous fetuses had written / on your walls. That's how I learned / to spell. That's how I came out speaking."
In a poem titled "Dear America", Jeffrey talks about addiction: ... In college I took so many drugs / the professors looked at the samples of my urine / just to know what books I'd been reading./"
Jeffrey has a remarkable ear and eye for curious word combinations that are charming, endearing and apt. "The Scars of Utopia", he says: "... There should be Band Aids // for what you don't know: whiskey breath minds so sober people // can fit in at wild parties; a Smithsonian for misfits: / an insomniac's mucky pillow hanging over a naroleptic's // drool cup, ..."
The collection is as spectacular as his poet titled "The Jeffrey McDaniel Show". "The Archer of Gluttony" or "Old Flame Thrower" enthralls us with sounds and images so crisp and finely crafted that you delight even at phrases that are highlighting desperation or melancholy. The poems showcase the skill of one of the finest metaphor makers of our times, and yet the poems are very readable, very likeable.
The seemingly autobiographical or persona poems are full of razor-sharp observations and unforgettable sentences: "...your tongue,/ ripping through my prairie like a tornado of paper cuts". Or in a poem about Grandma, he says: "I press my ears to her lampshade-thin chest / and listen to that little soldier march towards whatever / plateau, or simply exhaust his arsenal of beats." I highly recommend this collection by Jeffrey McDaniel and also recommend all his other books. Like me, you will discover that within the poems abides a sensitive, compassionate, witty, sympathetic and remarkable, self-effacing voice that must be celebrated word by word, line by line.
In "Renovating the Wall", he writes: "I enjoyed my time in the uterus, reading / what the previous fetuses had written / on your walls. That's how I learned / to spell. That's how I came out speaking."
In a poem titled "Dear America", Jeffrey talks about addiction: ... In college I took so many drugs / the professors looked at the samples of my urine / just to know what books I'd been reading./"
Jeffrey has a remarkable ear and eye for curious word combinations that are charming, endearing and apt. "The Scars of Utopia", he says: "... There should be Band Aids // for what you don't know: whiskey breath minds so sober people // can fit in at wild parties; a Smithsonian for misfits: / an insomniac's mucky pillow hanging over a naroleptic's // drool cup, ..."
The collection is as spectacular as his poet titled "The Jeffrey McDaniel Show". "The Archer of Gluttony" or "Old Flame Thrower" enthralls us with sounds and images so crisp and finely crafted that you delight even at phrases that are highlighting desperation or melancholy. The poems showcase the skill of one of the finest metaphor makers of our times, and yet the poems are very readable, very likeable.
The seemingly autobiographical or persona poems are full of razor-sharp observations and unforgettable sentences: "...your tongue,/ ripping through my prairie like a tornado of paper cuts". Or in a poem about Grandma, he says: "I press my ears to her lampshade-thin chest / and listen to that little soldier march towards whatever / plateau, or simply exhaust his arsenal of beats." I highly recommend this collection by Jeffrey McDaniel and also recommend all his other books. Like me, you will discover that within the poems abides a sensitive, compassionate, witty, sympathetic and remarkable, self-effacing voice that must be celebrated word by word, line by line.
Sunday, April 02, 2017
Middle-class Traditions Featuring Lemon Tree Leaves
- for Stephen Dobyns and Dean Parkins
Adolescent cousins sneak out, smoke
cigars, hukkahs, cigarettes, beedis,
opium sometimes, chillum fumes.
Cousins chew lemon leaves before
returning home. Explain why my uncles,
aunts, (their parents), cousins, neighbors,
never smell a lemon? Why not count
how many leaves vanish each night?
Cousins inherit the trick,
but fathers ignore the nostalgic lemon.
Mothers go on washing kurtas / shirts,
give head massages, hugs and career
advice. Mothers descry each drab stain
but fail as spies in a smoker's domain.
Is it maternal instinct to nurture
ignorance of chewed leaves?
Middle-aged uncles sneak out to savor
scotch, dancing women, rum quaffs,
sacrilegious ham or beef kebabs.
Though their lemons control
their households, the habit
plucks a leaf or two.
Rich don't care, poor brawl,
middle-class avoids confrontation
by swallowing bitter leaves of lemon.
To ward off evil-eye, grandmas
string lemon-chilli necklaces
for cars and all entrances.
Aunts treasure lemon trees,
they occasionally worship.
Lemons – spice up their dishes,
scare away unwelcome spirits,
and add flavor to their kisses.
My dead grandpa's friends
resent guilt and thrills of their young.
I imagine them unzip trousers,
loosen pajama strings with flourish
and tremble with a sly joy as they spray
golden, odorous drops, offered as ablutions
to the life's deceits and to all lemon leaves
that their spiraling, musty jets can reach.
--
First published in Muse India, 2016
Adolescent cousins sneak out, smoke
cigars, hukkahs, cigarettes, beedis,
opium sometimes, chillum fumes.
Cousins chew lemon leaves before
returning home. Explain why my uncles,
aunts, (their parents), cousins, neighbors,
never smell a lemon? Why not count
how many leaves vanish each night?
Cousins inherit the trick,
but fathers ignore the nostalgic lemon.
Mothers go on washing kurtas / shirts,
give head massages, hugs and career
advice. Mothers descry each drab stain
but fail as spies in a smoker's domain.
Is it maternal instinct to nurture
ignorance of chewed leaves?
Middle-aged uncles sneak out to savor
scotch, dancing women, rum quaffs,
sacrilegious ham or beef kebabs.
Though their lemons control
their households, the habit
plucks a leaf or two.
Rich don't care, poor brawl,
middle-class avoids confrontation
by swallowing bitter leaves of lemon.
To ward off evil-eye, grandmas
string lemon-chilli necklaces
for cars and all entrances.
Aunts treasure lemon trees,
they occasionally worship.
Lemons – spice up their dishes,
scare away unwelcome spirits,
and add flavor to their kisses.
My dead grandpa's friends
resent guilt and thrills of their young.
I imagine them unzip trousers,
loosen pajama strings with flourish
and tremble with a sly joy as they spray
golden, odorous drops, offered as ablutions
to the life's deceits and to all lemon leaves
that their spiraling, musty jets can reach.
--
First published in Muse India, 2016
Monday, January 02, 2017
Advice from Saraswati and the Muses
Write what is wrung from your tongue
a blistering song, a howl from your lung,
strum every veena vein muscle string
of your throat and your thumb.
Write with a bite that goes below, to the bone,
to marrow and to moan, to the seed of a seed.
Write to merit a sigh, a smile or a sob
from a granite idol or a brass snob.
Embrace the past, encompass eternal, vast
feelings. Empower -- under the thumb, mum,
conquered -- with hymns. Leave no crumb
unversed. Croon with aplomb.
Invoke immortal ideas, idols, ideals, idioms.
The wise mine for poems in realms forgotten
or uncharted. Seek, master the unknown,
the before and the after of Allah, Yesu, Om.
To celebrate and sing of the light like a skylark,
begin in the dark. Curate a spark within, burn,
transcend the limits of the Brahma and a quark.
Publish. Deserve immortal art.
--
--
First published in Muse India, 2016.
Saraswati: The Hindu Goddess of Knowledge, Speech and Music.
(My new year resolution for 2017: publish, publish, publish -- mostly science, also poetry)
a blistering song, a howl from your lung,
strum every veena vein muscle string
of your throat and your thumb.
Write with a bite that goes below, to the bone,
to marrow and to moan, to the seed of a seed.
Write to merit a sigh, a smile or a sob
from a granite idol or a brass snob.
Embrace the past, encompass eternal, vast
feelings. Empower -- under the thumb, mum,
conquered -- with hymns. Leave no crumb
unversed. Croon with aplomb.
Invoke immortal ideas, idols, ideals, idioms.
The wise mine for poems in realms forgotten
or uncharted. Seek, master the unknown,
the before and the after of Allah, Yesu, Om.
To celebrate and sing of the light like a skylark,
begin in the dark. Curate a spark within, burn,
transcend the limits of the Brahma and a quark.
Publish. Deserve immortal art.
--
--
First published in Muse India, 2016.
Saraswati: The Hindu Goddess of Knowledge, Speech and Music.
(My new year resolution for 2017: publish, publish, publish -- mostly science, also poetry)
Sunday, January 01, 2017
Books Read in 2017
Read in 2017 (60 = 40 + 20; NF 13)
ENGLISH FICTION (26)
FICTION IN ENGLISH TRANSLATION -- (12): Silence by Shushako Endo [Translated from the Japanese by William Johnston], Rudin by Ivan Turgenev [Translated from the Russian by Richard Freeborn], The Monkey's Wrench by Primo Levi [Translated from the Italian by William Weaver], The Magic Mountain by Thomas Mann [Translated from the German], By Night in Chile by Roberto Bolano [Translated from the Spanish by Chris Andrews], Ghachar Ghochar by Vivek Shanbagh [Translated from the Kannanda], The Savage Detectives by Roberto Bolano [Translated from the Spanish by Natasha Wimmer], Spring Snow by Yukio Mishima [Translated from the Japanese by Michael Gallager], The Swimmer by Zsuzsa Banks [Translated by Margaret B. Dembo], The Tartar Steppe by Dino Buzzati [Translated from Italian], A Night in the Cemetery and other Stories of Crime and Suspense by Anton Chekov [Translated from Russian by Peter Sekerin], Cairo Modern by Naguib Mahfouz [Translated from Arabic by].
NOVEL / FICTION IN ENGLISH (14): The Pearl by John Steinbeck, Two Years Eight Months and Twenty-Eight Nights by Salman Rushdie, The Power and the Glory by Graham Greene, A Painter of Our Time by John Berger, Dear Committee Members by Julie Schumacher, The Confidence Man by Herman Melville, Jesus' Son by Denis Johnson, (Untouchable by Mulk Raj Anand), Angels by Denis Johnson, Love, Again by Doris Lessing, The Anthologist by Nicholson Baker, All the Pretty Horses, The Crossing and Cities on the Plain by Cormac McCarthy,
ENGLISH POETRY (20)
ENGLISH POETRY (20)
POETRY IN ENGLISH TRANSLATION (5): The Poetry of Zen [Translated from the Japanese and the Chinese by Sam Hill and J. P. Seaton], Issa's Best: a Translator's Selection of Master Haiku by Kobayashi Issa [Translated from the Japanese by David G. Lanoue], The Sound of Water: Haiku by Basho, Buson, Issa and Other Poets [Translated from the Japanese and the Chinese by Sam Hill] , The World's End by Pablo Neruda [Translated from the Spanish], Splendor and Death of Joaquin Murieta by Pablo Neruda [Translated from the Spanish by Ben Belitt],
POETRY IN ENGLISH (15): Sweet Ruin by Tony Hoagland, Station Island by Seamus Heaney, The Long Meadow by Vijay Seshadri, A Street of Clocks by Thomas Lux, Telephone Ringing in the Labyrinth Poems 2004:2006 by Adrienne Rich, The Splinter Factory by Jeffrey McDaniel, Winter's Journey by Stephen Dobyns, Evenings and Avenues by Stuart Dischell, The Forgiveness Parade by Jeffrey McDaniel, As I Walked Out One Evening by W. H. Auden, Backward Days by Stuart Dischell, Letters from Aldenderry by Philip Nikolayev, The Romantic Dogs by Roberto Bolano, To Urania by Joseph Brodsky, Selected Poems: 1988-2003 by Seamus Heaney,
ENGLISH NON-FICTION (13)
ENGLISH NON-FICTION (13)
PHILOSOPHY / RELIGION / MYTHOLOGY / HISTORY (0):
NON-FICTION - OTHER (10): Ways of Seeing by John Berger, The Art of Recklessness by Dean Young, A Writer's Nightmare by R. K. Narayan, The Uncertain Certainty by Charles Simic, Understanding a Photograph by John Berger, Drink: A Cultural History of Alcohol by Iain Gately, (Twenty Poems that Could Save America and Other Essays by Tony Hoagland), The Miles Between Me by Toni Nealie, The Hare with Amber Eyes by Edmund de Waal, Food Rules: An Eater's Manual by Micheal Pollan,
MAHABHARATA (by Mahrishi Ved Vyas; translated from Samskrit into English by Kisari Mohun Ganguly) (0/18):
LITERATURE : INDIAN LANGUAGES (1=1+0; 0 )
Hindi / Urdu / Punjabi (Fiction/Mythology: 1 + Poetry: 0 + Non-fiction: 0): Bhasmavrit Chingari by Yashpal,
Sanskrit (Fiction: 0+ Poetry: 0):
Sanskrit (Fiction: 0+ Poetry: 0):
(If I am through more than 50% of the book, it goes into the list of the year past, otherwise it appears in the new list next year. See here for the books read in 2016, with a selection of my favorite reads from the year past.)
Best among the books read in 2017
(1) The Savage Detectives
(2) Gachar Gochar
(3) To Urania
(4) Drink
(5) Cairo Modern
(6) The Splinter Factory
(7) The Magic Mountain
(8) The Swimmer
(9) The Miles Between Me
(10) A Street of Clocks
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