Cover photograph: K Ramanathan / Cover design: Jack Ross
(Mumbai, India - 15/1/02)
A Bus Called Mr Nice Guy. ISBN 0-473-10526-8. Auckland: Perdrix Press, 2005. [ii] + 50 pp. [Signed edition of 50 copies].
Contents:
Letter to Gabriel White
Mysore:
- Timekeeper to the nation
- Black eyebrows nose
Bangalore (i):
- It was waiting for me
- Is it on the outside?
Bangalore (ii):
- Soon to be full six
- Self-conscious in a chair
Pondicherry:
- Long live classical divine Tamil
- As crêpes they’re crap
Thanjavur:
- Always in a crowd
- Put that pen away
Madurai:
- Once is never enough
- Not knowing where we’re going
Kodaikanal:
- Van Allen Hospital
- Black cow lies in the road
Kodai / Kanyakumari:
- Is this going to stay
- They like to see me writing
Cape Comorin:
- The deer doesn’t enter
- He is not a man
Trivandrum:
- They can make anything
- Haunted eyes
Kathakali:
- A lot of action
- This is my first
Varkala:
- Meine Damen und Herren
- The tank’s refilled
Quilon / Alleppey:
- No-time the expanse
- Helping the Down Trodden
Fort Cochin:
- Harbour full of islands
- How do you like Kochi?
Ernakulam:
- Human contact
- Do I exaggerate?
Kochi / Bangalore:
- Light on the tracks
- One’s the buffoon
Bangalore / Panjim:
- The hooded horror
- Sophie Marceau
Panjim:
- Fishermen
- Inside the cabin
North Goa:
- I’ve caught up with myself
- Palolem Vagatur
Madgaon:
- Is it the moment?
- Ahead of myself
Madgaon / Bombay:
- White herons taking flight
- Life must go on
Bombay:
- That is the biggest
- I can laugh about it now
Auckland:
- New construction Amcare
- An alien species
A B C
Samples:
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Available:
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photograph: Jack Ross
(Bangalore, India - 22/1/02)
Reviews & Comments:
- Raewyn Alexander. Takahe 57 (2006): 59.
Prose, poetry, observations and quotes conjure up through their vivid everyday otherness, a sense of travelling along with Ross through India ... This book speaks of travel, danger, poverty, oddities, commerce and friendship, and in its fractured elegance evokes a picture of one man’s experience in a land quite foreign to him.
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