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India Seen Afar

By (author) Kathleen Raine
Format: Hardback
Publisher: Green Books, Totnes, United Kingdom
Published: 1st Jan 1990
Dimensions: w 133mm h 223mm d 30mm
Weight: 545g
ISBN-10: 1870098269
ISBN-13: 9781870098267
Barcode No: 9781870098267
In this concluding volume of autobiography, Kathleen Raine reflects on the profound significance of Indian philosophy and wisdom, the 'India of the imagination'. When she visited India for the first time at the age of seventy-four, she brought with her the eye of a poet and the mind of a scholar-philosopher long steeped in the spiritual vision of both East and West. In this vivid and engaging narrative of her travels the poet speaks of those human depths that are beyond all superficial divisions, invoking the timeless order that is the culture of India, and which holds an urgent message for the spiritual renewal of humankind.

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In the disappointing third volume of her autobiography (Farewell Happy Fields, 1977; The Land Unknown, 1975), the renowned English poet and scholar reflects upon the last years of her life, as viewed through the prism of india. Raine was 74 when she first visited India but she immediately felt as if she had come "home." She writes both of the interior "India of the Imagination" - "the place of every arrival, the term of every spiritual quest" - and of the exterior India, a land of "sculptures and temples and dance and marvelous clothes and jewels and paper birds and garlands of stephanotis and marigolds offered to gods without number." It is the "India of the Imagination" that Raine treasures most, and yet when discussing spiritual matters, she is either disappointingly dense and obscure or else obvious and facile; there are very few moments of insight here. Raine also has the annoying habits of dropping names that will mean little to most readers (her descriptions of the many conferences she attends are particularly stultifying) and of coyly putting herself down ("I have never been sure that I had the right to be a poet"). Only when she turns to physical descriptions of India does her prose truly come to life. Some of her observations are resonant with beauty; they reveal a deep feeling for India, spiritual or otherwise, that eludes her elsewhere ("We were a beautiful grave little boy with a ragged turban who poured our water for us like Ganymede himself, and srved the lime pickle with his fingers"). Though there are many poetic moments scattered throughout, much is sluggish and opaquely esoteric, resulting in self-absorbed work likely to appeal primarily to Raine fans. (Kirkus Reviews)