AFTERNOON RAAG
AMIT CHAUDHURI
It's a slim volume of poetry cleverly disguised as a novel. Lyrical, romantic, and subtle as a feather, it barely lasted me a stifling summer afternoon.
A simple enough love story elevated by a delicate interlacing of flashback, dislocation, and irony, it's a book so light that it practically evaporates as you read it. (Cotton candy comes to mind, but, unfortunately, that's a phrase reserved for a different kind of writing. However, I must admit that it's closest to describing the deliciously sweet floatiness of Chaudhuri's prose.)
I loved its elegance. And the sureness of its writing. (Remember the phrase 'felicity of expression'?)
Will be reading more of him, I'm sure.
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