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M Sarki
Besides being a poet with four collections published, M Sarki is a painter, film maker, and photographer. He likes fine coffee and long walks.
M Sarki has written, directed, and produced six short films titled Gnoman's Bois de Rose, Biscuits and Striola , The Tools of Migrant Hunters, My Father's Kitchen, GL, and Cropped Out 2010. More details to follow. Also the author of the feature film screenplay, Alphonso Bow.
Currently reading
L'Appart: The Delights and Disasters of Making My Paris Home
We Learn Nothing: Essays
Elmet: LONGLISTED FOR THE MAN BOOKER PRIZE 2017
Limbo, and Other Places I Have Lived: Short Stories
The Double Life of Liliane
At Home with the Armadillo
American Witness: The Art and Life of Robert Frank
Autumn
Inside Out: A Personal History of Pink Floyd (Reading Edition)
American Witness: The Art and Life of Robert Frank
Wonderful, Wonderful Times (Masks)
http://msarki.tumblr.com/post/104918950353/wonderful-wonderful-times-by-elfriede-jelinekIt is not surprising that Elfriede Jelinek religiously maintains her exact same tone throughout this fine and caustic work. Covered by molasses would be a fair analogy to the feeling I get as she expresses her cynicism, irony, and sarcasm in her clever use of dialogue and action. She is extremely facetious in all her chronological accountings. Even if most of her words somehow avoid a physical eruption in my body they still live as a drip inside my head. And because of her chosen words and depictions this book then proves to be one of the most violent books I have ever put my eyes to. Cormac McCarthy’s Judge in [b:Blood Meridian, or the Evening Redness in the West|394535|Blood Meridian, or the Evening Redness in the West|Cormac McCarthy|https://d.gr-assets.com/books/1335231647s/394535.jpg|1065465] has absolutely nothing over Jelinek the Writer. She is most brutal in her presentation and reasoning. Her justifications on the page are brutally honest attempts to seek the truth behind all behaviors. Sadly, for me, there are few instances, if any, when this book actually becomes a joy to read. It remains always difficult, and Jelinek seems to be challenging the reader to get beyond the typical desire to be suspended from reality and occasionally transported out of one’s life. She instead duly rams her diseased and harsh palpability into the face of every hungry reader looking for a better escape. Elfriede Jelinek is a force to be reckoned with. She is waiting.