Rummages Across the Dead Land—Book IV

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This book was written in the days, weeks, and months following the sudden and unexpected death of my father. The poems venture into inconsolable symptoms of loss, grief, guilt, regret, memory, madness, absurd irreversibility, chimerical conjurings, and reigning despair. You may not find much comfort here, dear reader, if you should so choose to read this book. More
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About the Series: Rummages Across the Dead Land
Steeped in personal experience, my work has always served as mirror to the growth or decay of my inner self. The Books of Rummage trace an unfinished story of perpetual psychological metamorphosis, with its painfully idealistic beginnings, and continuation through deliberations on shifting certainties, self-made meaning, and meaningless suffering. Years back, I was drawn to free verse as a medium for storytelling and self-discovery. With time, although the medium persisted, many objectives seemed to inescapably wander into a terrain of inherent flux. Somewhere came the realization that a mind is more process than composite; answers failed to satisfy as the questions kept changing; reality mingled with the surreal; irreplaceability fell prey to inevitability; reveries continued to intrude upon waking moments of nostalgia or terror.

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Review by: Steve Simpson on Jan. 13, 2019 :
Rummages Book IV is an eloquent and powerful work. The connection and meaning threaded through the individual poems carries a depth revealing both the suffering and some of the joys of the author's life seen through the prism of his relationship with his father.

The author does not pull any punches in his descriptions of the darkness, but at the same time the work is very far from monochrome: it delivers a breadth of experience, coupled with meditation and reflection, and knowledge of himself (and his father) which give it, I think, a broad appeal for those of us interested in understanding what it means to be human.

It is well worth reading and I recommend it.

I am aware that reviews are often written by friends of the authors and I want to make it clear that, although I enjoy his writing, I don't know A Bandopadhyay.
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