Description
Here is a book that unlocks the uncomfortable rooms of the human heart with vulnerability, courage and wry humor. A fractured house begins to turn whole again in the process, inviting the reader to a deeply human journey of self-reclamation.
—Arundhathi Subramaniam
Poet and critic Jagari Mukherjee in her award-winning essay writes: “The Heart is an Attic essentially encompasses songs of the urban feminine experience. The poems are bold and beautiful enough to remind [us] of Kamala Das, but the aesthetic is Srividya’s own.”
Additional information
| Weight | 0.4 kg |
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| Dimensions | 8 × 5 × 0.4 in |
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| Publisher | Hawakal Publishers |
| Release Date | 3 April 2018 |
Press Reviews
Sivakumar is an unashamed recorder of Everywoman’s life but also excels as a confessor. She can jolt the reader with her direct and fleshy approach to love, but she is also the one to be found in the darkness of her attic mumbling confessions to herself. The attic is the confession chamber for her, and it exists in her heart. — World Literature Today
[Sivakumar’s] poems observe the ‘unlayering’ emerge as a cohesive whole while the reader unearths his/her own heart only to find himself in the same monument as that of the poet as all works of art revisit the memories that have built them. You go inside, open the glass-cupboards, touch the paraphernalia within and be part of the particles that visit the crannies separating ‘now’ and ‘then.’ This thin layer, that also separates them, provides a panoramic view to the reader to look at the vales vast open on the other side of the wall. It’s not possible to fathom its entire depth, but it’s very much likely that the glance changes something within given the same wavelength of resonance it finds itself aligned with. — New Indian Express
The poems are fiercely feminine, not coy at all and speak out about love and lust, loathing and disillusionment. [They] are dark, sometimes depressing, but not so much that there is no light. The voice is of the poet making peace with her demons (as many of us do in life). — The Hindu
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