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ARTIST, UNDONE<br />

With India’s first art fiction, V. Sanjay Kumar, an art connoisseur and collector,<br />

plunges headlong into the whirlwind of the contemporary art world<br />

First it was Geoff Dyer who spun<br />

the heady glamour of the Venice<br />

Biennale with the magic of the<br />

holy temple town of Varanasi<br />

into ‘Jeff in Venice, Death in Varanasi’ in<br />

2009.<br />

Now, a native of Chennai, V. Sanjay<br />

Kumar, an art connoisseur and collector,<br />

has taken the cue to plunge headlong into<br />

the whirlwind of the contemporary art<br />

world in Mumbai in his debut novel,<br />

‘Artist, Undone’ — being described by<br />

critics as India’s first post-modern art fiction.<br />

The unusual book has been inspired by<br />

a painting, ‘Fat, Forty and Fucked’, by<br />

contemporary artist Nataraj Sharma.<br />

‘The first time I saw the painting by<br />

Nataraj Sharma, I was intrigued. There<br />

were stories going off in my head even as<br />

I looked at it. Much later, I was looking at<br />

constructing a novel around people who<br />

in their forties were looking for someplace<br />

to get to and needed directions at the same<br />

time. The two came together; the painting<br />

became a beginning and men in their for-<br />

32 Pravasi Bharatiya | June 2012<br />

ties became protagonists. For me, the art<br />

world became the canvas, so to speak,”<br />

Sanjay Kumar told IANS.<br />

Kumar, a collector and the directorpartner<br />

of a leading Mumbai art house,<br />

says: “The world of art is familiar and it<br />

surprises me every single day.”<br />

“At some point, I had to dilute some of<br />

the art-related writing as it was getting too<br />

It has characters who are<br />

not people you meet every<br />

day. Yet the canvas is of<br />

middle-class India and<br />

people who come in touch<br />

with art and try to make<br />

sense of it.<br />

dense and involved. That is what the art<br />

world does to you. Once it hooks you, it<br />

drags you in,” the writer said.<br />

The story is about Harsh Sinha — who<br />

is as the painting is titled. Sinha is so<br />

moved by a painting bearing his name and<br />

a compelling likeness to him that he<br />

spends a large chunk of his life’s savings<br />

on it. Announcing a year-long sabbatical<br />

from his advertising job in Mumbai, he returns<br />

to Chennai to his wife and daughter.<br />

Wife Gayathri does not want him any<br />

more; she is more interested in the artist<br />

next door — Newton Kumaraswamy —<br />

an inveterate womaniser and a famous<br />

thief who copies F.N. Souza.<br />

A crushed Harsh, deserted by his family<br />

and without a job, returns to Mumbai to<br />

succumb to the crazy world of art.<br />

Kumar says his story moves between<br />

Chennai, Mumbai and New York. “It has<br />

characters who are not people you meet<br />

every day. Yet the canvas is of middleclass<br />

India and people who come in touch<br />

with art and try to make sense of it,” the<br />

writer said.<br />

1/FORTY<br />

In the age of Twitter, Poet-TV personality Pritish Nandy<br />

experiments with 140-character format in his new<br />

anthology ‘Stuck at 1/Forty’<br />

Insolent, angry, wicked that’s me/Or so you say<br />

before you angrily look away/Faith is so yesterday/Tomorrow<br />

is where I want to be.<br />

Poet, painter, journalist, filmmaker<br />

and television personality Pritish<br />

Nandy has used the 140-character<br />

format to transport poetry to the<br />

age of Twitter in a new anthology, ‘Stuck on<br />

1/Forty’. But he says his 140-character poetry<br />

does not mark a new phase in the evolution<br />

of the popular literary genre, it is just another<br />

form of creative expression.<br />

“I don’t think poetry mutates over the<br />

years. It only keeps opening up to more new<br />

ideas, new vistas and new experiments, particularly<br />

in recent times. People still read<br />

Shakespeare and love it. They still read Keats,<br />

Byron, Shelley. But, yes, they also now read<br />

Ginsberg, Ferlinghetti, Corso. They now read<br />

Lorca, Neruda, Cavafy, Enzensberger. Or<br />

Agyeya, Jibanannd Das, Faiz Ahmed Faiz,”<br />

Nandy told IANS.<br />

Nandy said the “world of poetry was opening<br />

up more and more with more poets across<br />

languages being read, more experiments with<br />

new forms, more discoveries and more relevancies<br />

being sought”.<br />

“‘Stuck on 1/Forty’ is one such experiment.<br />

If people read it, like it, share it, if it<br />

grows the conversation on the social network,<br />

it would have achieved its objective. Poetry<br />

need no longer be imprisoned on the printed<br />

page. It must enter our lives and our consciousness.<br />

It must capture our dreams, our<br />

hopes. It is now part of the growing discourse<br />

across all platforms,” Nandy said.<br />

The volume, printed in rainbow colours<br />

and designer typeset, explores a variety of personalised<br />

emotions like love, loss, loneliness,<br />

uncertainty, resignation and new beginnings.<br />

Recalling the way he conceived the poems,<br />

Nandy said he “thought the poems through<br />

in 140 characters”.<br />

“It’s quite easy actually. You can write the<br />

same poem as a 1,000-page epic or a simple<br />

tweet. The idea remains the same. It’s just the<br />

format that delivers it differently to you and<br />

me. We choose which version we want to<br />

read. The poet offers you options. I never<br />

write my thoughts at random. I sit down and<br />

write a book or a column or an essay or even<br />

a work of fiction, almost at one go. That’s the<br />

only way I can write,” he said.<br />

The 71-year-old poet has been writing and<br />

translating regional poetry for most part of<br />

his life. In 1967, he published his first volume<br />

of poetry, ‘Of Gods and Olives’, and followed<br />

it up with nearly 40 books. Nandy was<br />

nominated the poet laureate by the World<br />

Academy of Arts and Culture in 1981. He<br />

was honoured with the Padma Shri in 1977.<br />

Nandy, who was the publishing director of<br />

The Times of India from 1982 to 1991, edited<br />

The Illustrated Weekly of India from 1983 to<br />

1991.<br />

Nandy said during his years as a poet, he<br />

started a poetry magazine that launched<br />

many contemporary poets.<br />

“I opened a small publishing house that<br />

published poetry in <strong>English</strong> and in translation<br />

from the different <strong>Indian</strong> languages.<br />

Many of the poets you hear of today were<br />

first published by me in tiny slim booklets.<br />

These booklets are today collectors editions.<br />

We made poetry hugely popular in the<br />

1970s. Thousands attended readings. Thousands<br />

more bought books of poems, poetry<br />

albums. It was the golden age of poetry,”<br />

Nandy said.<br />

The poet said he was not inspired by Twitter,<br />

though the “Twitter format provoked my<br />

140-word experiment with poetry”.<br />

“Twitter is just a means of communication.<br />

Means do not inspire people. Content does.<br />

But the poems will work only when people<br />

read them and like them as poems. That is the<br />

most important thing. Poetry is format agnostic.<br />

It is even idiom agnostic. Language is<br />

changing today,” Nandy said.<br />

But that is not because of Facebook or<br />

Twitter. It is changing because of our impatience,<br />

Nandy said.<br />

“The limits of our tolerance are on a steady<br />

downslide. Even language has become a victim<br />

of this,” the poet pointed out.<br />

June 2012 | Pravasi Bharatiya 33

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