Hawakaal Publisher, Kolkata brings forward the second edition of My Glass of Wine penned by Kiriti Sengupta, the foreword and editing is effectively done by Don Martin.
This book is a classic example of hybrid literature, you may now question what is that? A cross genre or a hybrid genre is where a writer has the liberty to mix two or more elements of the art of writing. This particular book is a mixture of prose, poetry, personal musings, spiritual and philosophical reflections. This form is not new, the culture of weaving multiple themes and forms go back a long time in the history of literature. Perhaps the most famous example of such a form is William Blake’s Marriage of Heaven and Hell (written around 1790), which had a blend of poetry, prose and engravings written in imitation of biblical prophecy but expressing Blake’s own intensely personal romantic and revolutionary beliefs.
Sengupta has mixed fact and fiction, poetry and prose; memoir and musings; Spirituality and philosophy in the most beautiful manner. Don Martin quite rightly says in the foreword, ‘Sengupta in MGOW is essentially interviewing himself. He uses his prose sections to give us some back ground on the poems, based on his personal and life experiences.’ Sengupta’s language is lucid, poignant and full of personal depth. This book takes you on a journey through Sengupta’s mind, his soul.
MGOW is a montage of emotions, a collage of beautifully crafted prose and poetry. The boundaries of the genres are blurred and you will be amazed at the poetical quality of the prose. The poems and prose are so intricately fragmented yet braided and threaded with each other that it gives a breath taking effect, here I must applaud the editor Don Martin for achieving so, in the hands of a wrong editor this book could have been jeopardised. Martin uses his clean and crisp editorial methods to keep the pace and quality of the book high. Hybrid literature stands a chance of going haywire, but in Martin’s effective hands MGOW emerges as a brilliant book of modern times.
The book is all of 65 pages, a pretty small one compared to the thick bundles of books coming out every year, but who needs too many pages or thousands and thousands of unnecessary words when Sengupta can eloquently do so in much less words. This book is about quality, not quantity.
However I must warn you, if you like romance, or science fiction or quick thrills, this book is most definitely NOT for you.
I only have one issue with the book, that is, it’s illustrations, they are not clear (print quality wise) may be the publisher can look into it, if there is another edition coming up.
I’ll end with an excerpt of a poem from this book, which is a particular favourite of mine.
‘The night burns
with why, and whys.
Those inquiries in a row
end with the mark of sigh.
Scratches made by the nails, and teeth;
the lower lip,
And the nauseating smell that
Spreads from the blanket damp.
solitary in thy conjugal camp.’
(The Odd Number, Pg-41)
Buy this book, because it is not a book, it is a piece of art. YOU MUST OWN IT.