“This book happens to be a concoction that leaves reader’s eyes full of tears, lips curled in a smile and a heart full of gratitude.”

 

NO MAJOR SPOILERS

No Matter The Wreckage by Sarah Kay is quite simply a different type of happy place, the type which is a accumulation of different permutations and combinations of 26 alphabets, drenched in black ink, spilled over a dead tree trunk.

In my experience there are two types of books, one, that help you find yourself and second, that help you forget yourself. “No Matter The Wreckage” is weirdly and yet beautifully juxtaposed between both. When I say that I mean poems in this book, like life, present a perfect paradox. In one sentence I found myself, my exact reflection and in the very next I was transposed into a dimension that I did not even know existed. These poems are so raw, so intricate, so outrageously honest at times I felt guilty of trespassing. They were like a window into a house I shouldn’t have ever peered in to- but I walked the driveway, kicked the cobbles, and hell, there I was thoroughly enjoying it.

Each poem rings with tenderness and truth, a carefully built structure of ripping yarn and ethical parable. They cross boundaries and reclaim hope. They represent the shimmer of life.

When I picked up “No Matter The Wreckage” I didn’t know I was handing over all of the strings of my heart to Sarah Kay but well, she knows exactly how to tug them and make a out of them a one a kind melody. She, here, has created a gallery of memorable portraits with a perfect confection of fine writings and moving themes. This book happens to be a concoction that leaves reader’s eyes full of tears, lips curled in a smile and a heart full of gratitude.

 

Reviewed by:

Indrima Upadhyay

Added 9th September 2018

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