My Review of The Imagination of Lewis Carroll by WT Seabrook in Flash Fiction Chronicles


The Imagination of Lewis Carroll by William Todd Seabrook

The Imagination of Lewis Carroll by William Todd Seabrook

This is a chapbook I hugely enjoyed reading, and frankly didn’t want it to stop! Anyone who has read and loved Alice in Wonderland and other works by Lewis Carroll will, I am sure,  love this reimagining of Carroll’s mind and creativity. Read my review at Flash Fiction Chronicles for the full story!

Also posting links here where you can pick up the chapbook:


And here is W Todd Seabrook’s own website:


Watch this fabulous trailer of The Imagination of Lewis Carroll :

Culling Mynahs and Crows Reviewed by Adity Chowdhury in The Four Quarters Magazine

Here is another review of Culling Mynahs and Crows. This one is by Adity Chowdhury and is published in this quarter’s issue of The Four Quarters Magazine.

Read it here:


Thank you Adity.  :)

Interested readers can get my book at book shops across the country and also several online portals – for the latter check my blog page which lists the sites selling CMAC.

A Review of Uddipana Goswami’s Green Tin Trunk in The Four Quarters Magazine, and why Reviewing Poetry is Necessary

I recently reviewed Uddipana Goswami’s poetry book Green Tin Trunk, published by Authorspress.

Uddipana Goswami is editor of the Northeast Review. She lives and teaches English Literature in Guwahati, Assam. Her books include an academic study Conflict and Reconciliation: The Politics of Ethnicity in Assam (Routledge 2013), a poetry collection We Called the River Red : Poetry from a Violent Homeland (Authorspress 2010) and an edited volume, Indira Goswami: Passion and the Pain (Spectrum 2012).

You can read my review in this quarter’s issue of The Four Quarters Magazine:

Green Tin Trunk is available for purchase online here among other places.


Like many word worms, I too enjoy reading and mulling over poetry, apart from fiction. I read at least two or three new poems a day, and generally tend not to have any control over my own poetry writing efforts, writing down verses when ever and where ever, often scrawling through the pages of the sundry notebooks that lie scattered in my house for my convenience, and when I’m out, a small one stashed in my handbag does nicely, failing which scraps of paper, the backs of bills, anything at all will do. Phew! But let’s get back to Green Tin Trunk -

When I started reading it Uddipana’s poetic structuring didn’t pierce me instantaneously. I read most of the book, at times glossing over some of the lines. I had offered to review the book, I didn’t want to back down. I was of course worried that I wouldn’t be able to do justice to her work. Art, and that certainly includes poetry (how can it not?) is, to repeat a cliché, a subjective thing, giving in to the style and content preferences of the receiver/reader, and also the whims and fancies of trends. But that is not how I see myself as a reviewer. I went back to the book, and this time, pencil in hand, read each line of each poem aloud to myself, underlining the phrases and lines that caught my eye, and writing down my observations on the spot in a letter writing pad. As I immersed myself into the belly and at times underbelly of the poems, a pattern emerged, the structures revealed themselves, and Uddipana’s poetic voice  grew louder in my ear. I had begun to read with a listening ear, and could not let the book go. I could have and did indeed, write a longer review than the one I sent to The Four Quarters Magazine; I didn’t want to go over the word count, especially when reviewers tend to be more succinct these days.

When I emerged at last from Green Tin Trunk, I could almost see Uddipana’s emotions and the events that led to the poems scroll down before me. I felt enveloped in green, many shades of it, including the cool moss coloured green of water flowing over aquatic plants. I also felt as if a hard casing had fallen off me, like the shell of an animal that no longer needs it. Above all, I felt mentally alert and cleansed. While the sensation of green I attribute to her book, the other feelings – and this is something I realised only afterwards – have pulled me into their realm/s through other poetry books that I read and reviewed or just read intensely, before.

Intensity is the key here. When you set about reviewing a book of poems and even poetic flash, you have to pull yourself taut, almost shaping your mind into a spear point, and you have to plunge in. If you drown, you drown. But you will most certainly emerge, float up, feeling drained at first and then energetic in terms of creativity. Poetry and poetic flash demand a deeper commitment. Unlike novels and books of short stories, where you can  skim over a paragraph or read a page diagonally or even speed read here and there, without losing the essence of the book, you have to be wide-eyed and focussed on every line, phrase and word or risk losing the soul; you may even lose comprehension of the work and the poems may morph into word jumbles.

You have to grow gills after being dunked into the lake. It is essential, not just to the art, but also to you the artist. Reading like that gives you a newer insight into the words you see every day. Getting drunk on poetry gives you a hangover you’d rather hang on to for creativity’s sake. It’s a fabulous pre-creative writing exercise. And that apart, soul cleansing too. Which is why, I say that reviewing volumes of poetry and poetic flash is necessary, so necessary, so absolutely necessary; try it yourself, you’ll know.

Reviews of Culling Mynahs and Crows – In Kitaab and The Sunday Guardian

I am rather late in posting these. The review in Kitaab happened weeks ago and the one in The Sunday Guardian last week.

Author and editor Monideepa Sahu wrote an in depth review in the Singapore based magazine Kitaab. Monideepa is a former banker, whose  books have been published by Zubaan and Penguin respectively. Her short  fiction for both adults and young people have been widely anthologized in India and abroad. She is a fiction editor at Kitaab and blogs at

Here is Monideepa’s review: Kitaab Review: Culling Mynahs and Crows by RK Biswas

Poet, Critic, Novelist and Columnist Sumana Roy wrote a beautiful, almost lyrical piece on both my book and Nabina Das’s book of short stories – House of Twining Roses: Stories of the Mapped and Unmapped, also published by Lifi Publications, India. What makes her review unique is that she seamlessly blended two different books into a single narration hinged on the common motif of home/house/living spaces. I haven’t read a review like this before. I am still excited about it. Sumana is a wonderful poet and writer herself, and many like me enjoy her columns in The Sunday Guardian immensely.

Here is Sumana’s review of The House of Twining Roses and Culling Mynahs and Crows:


Btw, I have a page in my blog where the online sites where the books can be bought are listed. You’ll find Nabina’s book at the same places as well; so once you hit a site do search for her book of short stories. 

Day 5 of Culling Mynahs and Crows in The Wardrobe’s Best Dressed (Sundress Publications)

Hello, and welcome!

The 25th  of April was the fifth and final day of my “stay” at The Wardrobe’s Best Dressed,

brought to you by Sundress Publications.

You can read the last extract from my novel Culling Mynahs and Crows below.

It really is the last extract, because it’s the very last bit of the book. 

In case you are curious about what happens next,

a couple of sequels are in the cards, and one is

exclusively about Sal and Aggie, how they met and how their relationship grew,

and of course that trip they both have to take back to Aggie’s home country.

For now, you can read the extract at The Wardrobe’s Best Dressed -

Sundress Publications’ blog,

where they promote women writers from across the world.





In January this year, they picked authors and their books from a list of seventy,

and I am proud to be one of the chosen!

Thank you Beth Couture and everyone else at Sundress Publications!

More power to women writers, poets and artists!