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Jeet Thayil, the Indian poet, has edited an important new anthology of Indian poetry (in the English tradition), just out from Bloodaxe, a book Eyewear will review in time. Before then, it needs to be said that The Guardian ran a hugely blundering (and borderline offensive) review of the book - a dismissal by other means - on Saturday, an odd act since the UK has been in need of such a collection for more than a decade. I have long believed that the best of Indian English-language contemporary poetry, from the likes of Ranjit Hoskote, Vivek Narayanan, and Sudeep Sen, is among the best of contemporary poetry from anywhere - and its lack of availability, until now, was almost silly, if not sad. So, Thayil should have been thanked first, criticised, if at all, later. Anyway, he's responded.

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PEN Atlas said…
I saw Thayil's response this morning (having not caught the original review) and was horrified (by his description of the original) and excited (by his account of the book, and of the diversity of contemporary Indian poetry; I also dig Sudeep Sen). It was a great use of the Right to Reply feature, and an excellent mini-essay on all sorts of things (lit.cult. inbreeding and editorial laziness; British academic Orientalism; India as a truly multicultural country; the function of anthologies). I hope Thayil's response draws some much-needed publicity to a thrilling book
Anonymous said…
Offensive is a good word. I was going to get self-righteously angry (well, to be fair, I did and I verbalised it too). Thayil's response was a breath of fresh air.

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