Context for this Book Jacket Letter: I just finished The Lowland by Jhumpa Lahiri (which made the short-listed for this year’s Man Booker Prize). It’s a beautifully written novel that follows the life of Subhash Mitra, before and after the death of his younger brother Udayan. In an act of studied generosity Subhash marries his brother’s widow and moves her to Rhode Island, hoping that in time they will create a happy ending. Worthy of the review praise it has received, this is my second favourite book of 2013. The slow and steady rhythm of the prose moved me to write my letter for the book in a new form for me: a poem. I hope you enjoy it!
An Ode to Jhumpa Lahiri
Below the earth an open dictionary is
A pool of meaning, ancient and still.
From this deep well, you draw your words
Straining and shifting as the heavy consonants fall away
and the punctuation exclaims as it tumbles back to darkness
Until what remains when drawn to the surface is
light, elastic and smooth.
When you lift the bucket and slowly pour
those words over your page
they become actual waves on the page
a repeated pattern in paragraphs
the ebb and flow as regular
- Book Review – The Lowland by Jhumpa Lahiri (theunreadbook.wordpress.com)