I'll Have It Here

by Jeet Thayil

'Hallucinatory, bursting with intoxicating images, fevered ghazals and sinuous stanzas that snake down the page ... Jeet Thayil's I'll Have It Here is a book to savour as if it's the last book on Earth ... His lines are like scalpels; they dissect our age and cut to the bone of what it is to be human and flawed, but still insist on dreaming.' -- PASCALE PETIT


I'll Have It Here, Jeet Thayil's long-awaited new collection of poems -- his first since the Sahitya Akademi Award-winning These Errors Are Correct (2008) -- is a dazzle of rhyme in the orchard of song, a contemporary survey of history and culture, and an exercise in spiritual jaywalking along the streets of New York City and New Delhi and Budapest, at the foot of Orion, with the likes of Gandhi, Spiderman, Emily Dickinson, St Gregory and Ibn Battuta. Poetry is rarely so full of compassion and contempt, exhilaration and restraint. I'll Have It Here adds new poetics and politics to Thayil's already wide-ranging body of work.

Genres: Poetry

Hardcover

First published January 1, 2024

About the author

Jeet Thayil (born 1959 in Kerala) is an Indian poet, novelist, librettist and musician. He is best known as a poet and is the author of four collections: These Errors Are Correct (Tranquebar, 2008), English (2004, Penguin India, Rattapallax Press, New York, 2004), Apocalypso (Ark, 1997) and Gemini (Viking Penguin, 1992). His first novel, Narcopolis, (Faber & Faber, 2012), was shortlisted for the 2012 Man Booker Prize and the Hindu Literary Prize 2013.

Reviews

[Kartik Chauhan · Rating 5 out of 5]

A riveting collection of poems, straddling with an uncanny expertise the personal and the political. Highly recommended.

[t · Rating 2 out of 5]

hoped it would be better than these errors are correct, which he got the sahitya akademi for. cant believe the it boy of indian lit / poet laureate of india writes in this manner. glorified 15-yr old poetry of first time realisation of politics and life outside of oneself, yet so closed off from the world and so roundedly whole and rooted in the self. antithetical to what poetry is about, fundamentally