Shiv K. Kumar--poet, novelist, short-story writer, playwright, translator and critic--was born in Lahore. He holds a doctorate in English from the University of Cambridge. He has received many awards for his literary achievements. In 1978, he was elected a Fellow of the Royal Society of Literature (London), and in 2001 he was awarded Padma Bhushan in recognition of his eminence as a writer. In 1988, he received the Sahitya Akademi award for his collection of poems Trapfalls in the Sky which has been translated into Hindi, Urdu, Tamil, Malayalam and Kannada. Shiv K. Kumar has published seven collections of poems, five novels, two collections of short stories, a play and several books of literary criticism. He has translated some works of Faiz Ahmed Faiz into English. He has also written his own version of The Mahabharata which is scheduled for publication shortly. Shiv K. Kumar has traveled widely as a Visiting Professor of English at the universities of Northern Iowa, Drake, Marshall and Cambridge.
280518: this is an interesting application of bergsonian thought to significant 'modernist' authors: Proust, Woolf, Richardson, Joyce. in most cases it has been years (decades...) since read, studied, reread... but the particular strong interpretive approach here is through Bergson, a resource i did not have at the time, and argument is most that these authors were perhaps indirectly influence by his concepts of duration, and its ramifications, involuntary and voluntary memory, and there is close parallelism, that as authors they were all interested in depiction of lived time, of moment, of memory...
this book interests me most because of Bergson, who uses 'art' of all kinds rather than 'math' of any kind, to argue, exemplify, describe our human lives in human time. rather than 'clock time', which remains abstract, we have in these authors attempts to portray 'becoming' rather than 'being', as the essential depiction of life- how moments and durations are of no set clock but incorporate memory, intellect, emotions, of one or the other characters. such art is difficult. and how far it works for me is a question...
for, contrary to other readers, i truly enjoy reading philosophers of this sort more than ever Proust, Woolf, Joyce... it is the concepts which surprise, the ideas of how complex is every human moment, ideas of how to render this reality, ideas of ways tried to impress this on the reader. i suppose i have often a prejudice that offerings of art should clearly embody and express philosophy, rather than add another layer of complexity, in usual and slightly new deployment of literary tech, metaphors, introspection, expression, but i suggest that this might be because literary technology has long absorbed truths as 'stream of consciousness' and as such no longer halts the literate reader, or distracts, pauses, argues, for this way of depiction...
as said, i never did love reading 'modernists' for pleasure, more as intellectual status, so i read all of Proust because aunt Alice had and suggested i do so, read 'Mrs. Dalloway' because it is short, read Joyce because, well it seemed like any u lit student should, never even heard of Dorothy Richardson...but perhaps i will read some of these with the added Bergson... perhaps...