When The Night Agrees To Speak To Me by Ananda Devi

If I had only one word to define this book, it would be aliveness-a synonym, plausibly, in Ananda Devi’s idiolect, for freedom. Everything-from the Night in the title, to skin, to mud, to a green sari, to sound, to Time itself-is alive . . . Translated with calm dexterity and breathtaking attention by Kazim Ali, this is a collection that held my body-eyes and heart and brain-in its jaws from beginning till end.