"I am being rowed through Paradise on a river of Hell"
This line in the front of Salman Rushdie's 'Shalimar the Clown' led me to buy this book. The two previous reviewers would, I suspect, have the same reaction to Rushdie's novel which does, graphically, detail the dismemberment of the ancient culture of toleration in Kashmir.
Agha Shahid Ali deals however with loss and the unspeakable pain that cannot be communicated adequately in words, but that poetry can point to. The title and poems evoke the trapped sensation of those experiencing the pain of the voiceless facing arbitrary violence.
I read the book during an armed conflict and each page resonated with what I saw and felt around me. Agha Shahid Ali maybe isn't the world's greatest word-smith but he is honest to what he experienced and remembered of Kashmir. His humour in person was a foil to the aching pain of his poems.
This is an exile's elegy for Kashmir and a brave attempt to give voice to the voiceless pain of the victims of conflict. It felt like a companion in dark times and places. Places where:
"They make a desolation and call it peace"