Looking at the Teesta, my seven-year-old nephew asks -- 'Why is there a reflection of the sky on the river, but not of the river on the sky?''
The little boy discovers one-sided love.
A 6-min film about the changing milk economy in Haryana by Amit Kumar in On Eating. Amit is still a student, and this is possibly his first film. I do not know how many times I've watched it -- it's that kind of film, moving, in a language of the heart.
I wrote about Bengali plant thinkers who imagined a forest state - what might India have been had we chosen to model ourselves on a forest state ¬ a nation state? In the Fall issue of
@ArnoldiaMag
a magazine on plant life published by Harvard University
PLANT THINKERS OF TWENTIETH-CENTURY BENGAL
This book, contracted nearly 6yrs ago, will be published by Oxford University Press next month. It is a record of philosophical botany that I've discovered in writers, scientists, artists &the collective anonymous
I wrote an essay about what I call the IIC and JLF schools of Indian English for the
@LAReviewofBooks
I've increasingly had the sense that any writer who does not belong to either of these schools is ignored or bullied by indifference.
I've begun to notice that the most interesting writing in class comes not from those who want to 'become writers' but by those who write without the thought/desire to get published. Being free of this ambition, they experiment unconsciously& write about the most unexpected things
Phool, Pushpa, Suryamukhi ... Why is Laapata Ladies scattered with the names of flowers? I wrote an essay about this and Mahasweta Debi's story "Seed" for the
@IndianExpress
today.
PROVINCIALS, a book I seem to have been writing for what feels like my entire life, will be published by
@yalepress
and
@AlephBookCo
in 2024.
I woke up to find that my editor
@jenniferabanks
, who has allowed me to be an earthworm, had shared this last night, when I was sleeping
This extraordinary next book by
@SumanaSiliguri
offers an unprecedented account of provincial life and an alternative portrait of the modern world.
Out from
@yalepress
in March
I wrote about Guru Dutt visiting my classroom when I was teaching Plato, how 'Yeh duniya agar mil bhi jaaye toh kya ho' illustrates the Greek philosopher's Allegory of the Cave, for
@IndianExpress
Archita took this photo yesterday (without my awareness) when she came to see me in my office. It was the last teaching day of the semester. Our lives with our students are so short, now measured in semesters -- yet one has the feeling of having known them for longer, much longer
Today is the publication day of my book How I Became a Tree (published by
@yalepress
) in North America. The Paris Review
@parisreview
has carried an excerpt from the book.
I am grateful, and I'm nervous.
Thank you, again,
@jenniferabanks
Animalia Indica (Aleph) -- an anthology of stories about animals written by Indians in the last one hundred years. A book I have edited - I wanted to see how the modern Indian saw animals, and whether we continue to be related to the storytellers of the Panchatantra, for instance
I'm very happy to share with you that How I Became a Tree will be published by Yale University Press
@yalepress
I'm very grateful for the opportunity to work with a remarkable person like
@jenniferabanks
As a holiday gift to myself & the world: I’ve just signed for
@yalepress
&
@YaleBooks
Sumana Roy’s (
@SumanaSiliguri
) love song of a book HOW I BECAME A TREE, first published so beautifully in India by
@AlephBookCo
. More info coming soon; I can’t wait to share this with you all.
A CV is such a limiting document.
My greatest accomplishment was yesterday: I managed to put my 20-month-old niece to sleep in less than 5 mins. Nothing has brought me greater joy -- no publication can match that deep delight of the infant's trusting little head on my shoulder.
I wrote an essay on the kind imagination for
@Openthemag
. It was hard to write - it is the first time I'm writing about online attacks that have affected my health. It won't be the last time I will speak about the importance of a pedagogy of kindness.
My essay about a man I have come to love - in
@Orion_Magazine
I've been reading recent research about how plants cry or how they can be anaesthetised. Jagadish Bose said all this more than 100 years ago, but he was mocked; his research is still not cited
I remember my grandmother in her village, sprinkling water outside the gate. Evening. The dust would be calmed.
Perhaps because I'm unable to cope with this life under emergency anymore, I wished for her to sprinkle some water on my head, for its dust to be calmed.
VIP: Very Important Plant, my collection of poems, has just been published by Shearsman Books, UK.
For friends in the UK and Europe, if you're interested, here is the link:
On Eating: A Multilingual Journal of Food and Eating
@IamKunalRay
& I bring to you this monthly journal about eating cultures in India.
The first essay by Manoranjan Byapari is about his life as a cook, being beaten by an upper caste groom, and ...
'Genius. Tell me the name of the first person who comes to your mind'
Every time I've done this exercise the names have been of white men. I've had to point it out to them: no women, Asian, African etc
Today 80% of a class of 17 year olds said 'Mom'. I'll remember this moment.
The Language of Trees, a really beautiful anthology of writing on plant life edited by
@katieholten
, will be out in spring.
Looking at the cast of writers on the back cover, I continue to be cheered and surprised that my name is in the same space as writers I've read & admired
This is utterly silly of me to share, I know. But the childish thrill of discovering that Publishers Weekly (familiarly known in the book world as 'the bible of the book business', it was founded in 1872) has put my book in its 'Holiday Gift' recommendations ...
Tuki turns 3 today. Quiet & abhimani, everything she calls 'baby' - the world is an infant she wants to care for.
Here she is with a stethoscope, trying to listen to the plant's heartbeat. I look at her like only an aunt can & pray that she finds a heart & its beat in everything
I suppose everything -- every being -- wants to leave a mark.
I picked up these neelkantha flowers and put them in a breath of water. A little later I saw this -- they had shared their colour with water.
Kalapini Komkali writes about her father Kumar Gandharva & their kitchen in Bhanukul in the small town of Dewas in this essay for On Eating: A Multilingual Journal of Food & Eating.
Her essay, written in Hindi, has been translated into English& Marathi
I'll be taking up a (virtual) residency at the Plant Humanities Lab at Dumbarton Oaks, Harvard University
My interest in taking up this fellowship is to find ways to incorporate the plant humanities in the curriculum. If you have any suggestions I'll be grateful to hear from you
I've often been asked about 'how' I teach poetry. When Monique Rooney, the editor of Australian Humanities Review, asked me to write about how I teach creative writing, I decided to write about how a few poets have written water.
Mirabai and Shakespeare were almost contemporaries, she composing in the first half of the 16th c, he in the second half, until his death in 1616.
There's nothing else to say. Because there's so much to say.
I will be giving a talk at New York University on 9th April.
I know that it's still a month away, but the reason for sharing it today is the poster. The talk is organised by Rajeswari Sunder Rajan and Saronik Basu, both at NYU English.
@SaronikB
painted this tree!
My essay on HAWA BADAL, the changing air in the Indian provinces, about how the history of my country's air is perhaps the real history of 21st c India, in
@the_point_mag
, one of my favourite reading places.
The most nourishing food isn't Instagram-pretty. (Most of Indian cuisine isn't, I think.)
Like the most nourishing moments in relationships, with oneself, with others, with the world; like the most nourishing literature.
Mulor shaak.
My essay in the
@IndianExpress
about the necessity of the sound of water -- and rains -- to human life:
(When
@Paromita_Ch
asked me to write this, she might have been hoping for rain ... I hope it rains where it is necessary now.)
My essay on the useless in the poetic, on how the useless lubricates everyday language to keep it alive, and how my writing is informed by this and my life in Bangla, in
@lithub
(Also, how a crow flies through my classroom every semester.)
Link:
For a book that was rejected by publishers, whose six-year-old life owes primarily to kind word-of-mouth recommendations by its readers, this does mean a lot to me -- a review in
@CriticalInquiry
@yalepress
@YaleBooks
@AlephBookCo
-- thank you.
Today I rang the doorbell of my flat knowing that there would be no one to open the door. (I live alone here.)
A few minutes later, I put the key into the keyhole. I heard a sound -- as if they were greeting each other.
And I wished for the intimacy of the key and the lock.
I have an essay about Maya mashi, a woman who chose to speak in Bangla idioms and proverbs about plant life in
@Himalistan
. (It forms a section in my forthcoming book Plant Thinkers of Twentieth-Century Bengal.)
Very grateful for
@romangautam
's editing
I overheard students from Assam, Bengal, Bihar, Kerala, Sikkim take a PhD test online. I've never heard the word 'Literature' being pronounced in so many ways. It moved me to tears -- Literature, the different ways of pronouncing a word which they had all now made their own.
Every culture has its own mourning period for the death of a person. But how long does one have to continue to grieve the loss of a way of life, of relationships, of a country, of dreams, of sleep, how long, how long before it stops bleeding inside us?
The sound of the conch shell, ululation on Thursday, the pressure cooker whistling, dogs barking, the mewling of an infant...These would've never entered a classroom had it not been for online classes. I hope they change the nature and form of pedagogy and bring it closer to life
At some moment, unknown to ourselves, we turned from people to projects. All that was unnecessary to the project - of professional success, of fame, of a halo - was gradually weeded out.
We have all become less interesting.
Looking for the Anon in the Canon, I wrote about the missing women essayists in The Book of Indian Essays for
@Openthemag
's Women's issue
I share this with slight trepidation, but ... I wrote this for many of you who should have been in this anthology.
I'm reading R K Narayan's The English Teacher: 'We were now passing before Bombay Ananda Bhavan, a restaurant. "Shall we go in?" she asked... A number of persons were sitting in the dark hall'
My immediate response was-- Are they wearing masks? This is the new literary criticism
I have an essay on aloneness (that I see as al-1-ness) and its numerical vocabulary in
@lithub
(I smiled to see 'Kishore Kumar' as a tag in an American magazine -- yes, I write about one of his songs here)
Me: Aam meetha hain?
Fruit seller: Chini hain chini ...
Me: Sach?
Fruit seller: Itna meetha hain ki heart attack ho jayega ...
Me: Oh
Fruit seller: Phir bhi aap aam khatey rahengey ...
(This is why I live in this country. This is why I don't like shopping in malls.)
The Italian translation of How I Became a Tree (trans by Gioia Guerzoni) is out this week.
The Italian writer Matteo Trevisani
@matteotrevisani
shared a photo of the Italian edition on Instagram. I've stolen this photo from him -- my copy hasn't reached me yet.
I wrote an essay about a phenomenon that I've called the Helicoptering Author for
@Openthemag
's New Year issue.
I hope my fellow writers will not be angry with me, and that my husband won't read this (he usually doesn't, so I might just be safe) :)
My niece believes that everything in the world is Roy -- too little to know what a surname means, she thinks it's a word that must be used for everyone. Dadu Roy, Phone Roy, Egg Roy, Socks Roy ...
That is how this tiny plastic ghost, with a tiny little paunch, became Bhutu Roy.
I have a new essay, The Provincial Reader, in Los Angeles Review of Books. Confused and irritated by the language of academia being used around me, I've tried to understand the changed life of what I have called the provincial reader
via
@LAReviewofBooks
I'm very grateful for your responses to the first review of PROVINCIALS in the Wall Street Journal. Many of you have asked about the Indian edition.
PROVINCIALS will be published in India by
@AlephBookCo
and will be out on the 1st of May. Here is the cover.
Thank you, again.
Six years ago, this little boy was discovering the sound of dried leaves, asking why every dried leaf makes a sound different from the other.
Now he asks about the AQI in Sonipat.
My desire for -- and return to -- the forest has perhaps been for this: a necessary exile from words, from social language. Today, for a moment, I wondered how calming it might be if social media were like a forest -- as accepting of difference and as accommodative.
Why do we take pride in our hardships but not in the joy and ananda that kept us alive?
Koto koshto korechhi, I had to endure so much, I heard someone say with pride just now. I've not heard anyone say Koto ananda korechhi, I had such a lot of fun, with any sense of achievement
A review of my book PROVINCIALS (
@AlephBookCo
;
@yalepress
) in The Telegraph. Even if it hadn't been a review of my book, I'd have enjoyed reading it as an essay. It's so well-written.
Slightly weary and distracted, I opened this book, this book which has no page numbers and which can, therefore, be read from wherever one wants to begin.
It opened to this page -- I'll take it as a sign.
Charlie Mackesy, The Boy, The Mole, The Fox and The Horse
I have an essay about being raised by New Critics in a small Indian town in the
@LAReviewofBooks
. It is also about a culture of reading and writing that no longer exists, that has almost rendered many of us anachronistic ~
Chintamani auntie, who's from Bihar's Muzaffarpur district but now lives in Sonipat, calls me 'Sumanwa'.
This is my favourite pronunciation of my name so far. I like it even more than 'Cinema'.
I feel cheered and encouraged by
@MargaretAtwood
's tweet of my essay Guilt Lit in
@LAReviewofBooks
(The essay was misunderstood by a few, and this tweet -- and other responses -- made me feel that I must do what I like to do.)
Beginning next week, I'll be in the US, where my first talk, at the WHITNEY HUMANITIES CENTRE, YALE UNIVERSITY, will be on my new work -- THE QUEST FOR THE PLANT SCRIPT.
I'm teaching a course called FLIGHT, FLOCK, FORM: THE BIRD AND THE ESSAY this semester
Bikram Grewal will be giving a talk on the bird -- and other animals -- in Indian art & literature on 3rd October at Ashoka University
If you're interested, do come for the talk, samosa & tea
The Language of Trees -- a book so overwhelmingly beautiful that it's hard to say anything about it. I've been staring at its pages.
I'm extremely grateful to be in
@katieholten
's book that collects thinkers on plant life of the last 2000 years.
How I Became a Tree (
@YaleBooks
) in a tiny free library in California.
'Reviews' come in many forms. When a friend sent me a screenshot of this image from Instagram, I felt happy.
P. S. Notice the bottle of sanitiser ...
I suppose I'll always be the small-town girl who can't get over her disbelief about sharing space with Anne Carson&Lydia Davis, writers I've admired, writers I teach in my courses.
My essay on Jagadish Chandra Bose is in the Spring issue of
@Orion_Magazine
My essay on guilt tax and the postcolonial syllabus, published in
@the_point_mag
a few days ago, has been syndicated by
@chronicle
of Higher Education .
I'm grateful for their support to the essay.
From the books we write it would seem that writers&academics would reject power. There's no field where the gap between theory&practice is so large.We teach critiques of power but rush to exercise it at the slightest opportunity. What good is all our words if we're such bullies
Any broken branch we meet, on the street or in the trash, we carry home. We slip it into anything we can find. Usually they grow, sometimes as if against their will, and they become family.
How much easier it is to do this with broken branches than with broken people.
I'll be giving a talk titled USELESS at IIT, Gandhinagar, on 25th January, next Tuesday, at 11 am IST.
Link, in case you're interested:
Meeting ID: 983 2597 6096
No passcode
The word उदास (udāsa) comes from √उद् (ud, “upon, upwards”) and आस (āsa, “seat”).
Perhaps that explains why certain moments bring udasi -- the evening sky, with light about to leave its seat; rain, unseated from clouds; or someone's leaving, whether leaving home or the heart.
The quiet poet Robin Ngangom 's book of poems is out. I'm not sure whether he's posted about it or whether he will at all. I found this image on Twitter.
My Hindu Business Line column this month is about exhaustion, the unrelenting demand for productivity, and the request to be a piece of land that doesn't grow anything for humans ~
Yesterday I got to know that the essay for which I was trolled so viciously was
@the_point_mag
's second most-read essay of the year.
I'm grateful to all of you who have written to me, and to all the academics who have included it in their syllabus.
Out of Syllabus (
@speakingtiger14
), my first collection of poems, is out this month ~
(The cover photograph is by Bhaskar Kundu, my friend from Siliguri.)
Doing the ABCD routine with my niece, I notice this in her book:
E for egg; F for Fish; G for Goat; H for Hen.
And I think to myself -- that's a Bengali's diet sorted.
The tendency to categorise poets as 'senior poet', 'junior poet', 'veteran poet', makes me wonder whether literary culture has been 'inspired' by academia.
The junior poet must be the Assistant Professor, the senior poet a Professor, and the veteran poet? Professor Emeritus?
Among all the languages I've lived in, the word for love is most beautiful in Nepali: Maya.
To move the emphasis to the effect of love from the act of loving, to what love creates: Maya.
Why did the Bengal government decide to rename Durga Puja bishorjon as carnival? How can the immersion of the idol of the goddess & the metaphorical leaving of her parental home be a carnival? Must we turn to the English language to make everything sound commercially attractive?