Amit Majmudar is a writer. His considerations–on seemingly any bookish subject that interests him–appear regularly at the storied Kenyon Review. Rocks from this quarry include: Shakespeare, Kay Ryan, Gandhi, Goethe, repetition, genre, truth, irrational belief, Jules Verne and James Bond. The New Yorker publishes his poems. So do the other institutions where poetry may just possibly be discovered by readers otherwise abstinent when it comes to verse: The Atlantic, The New Republic, NYRB, etc. For the poetry, he’s won prizes. He’s also written a couple of novels, the first being the highly-praised Partitions (2011), which shares a backdrop with Rushdie’s Midnight’s Children—the literally staggering 1947 creation of modern-day India and Pakistan.
Mr. Majmudar works in Dublin–Dublin, Ohio, that is. His industry there includes not just the letters trade but, by day, its obvious correlative: the practice of diagnostic nuclear radiology. He reads, he admits, for the glorious reason most of us do: “for the maximum escape possible.” That means writers like Kipling, so be warned, anti-imperialist do-gooding political correctors. There is a lot of world out there to consider. “A novel about a thirtysomething Indian-American radiologist who writes novels in his spare time is a novel you will never see me reading, much less writing,” says Majmudar. We think we’ll pre-order his new one, The Abundance: A Novel
