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Copyright Date: 2011
Edition: 1
Pages: 144
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    Book Description:

    Srikanth Reddy's second book of poetry probes this world's cosmological relation to the plurality of all possible worlds. Drawing its name from the spacecraft currently departing our solar system on an embassy to the beyond,Voyagerunfolds as three books within a book and culminates in a chilling Dantean allegory of leadership and its failure in the cause of humanity. At the heart of this volume lies the historical figure of Kurt Waldheim-Secretary-General of the U.N. from 1972-81 and former intelligence officer in Hitler's Wehrmacht-who once served as a spokesman for humanity while remaining silent about his role in the collective atrocities of our era. Resurrecting this complex figure, Reddy's universal voyager explores the garden of forking paths hidden within every totalizing dream of identity.

    eISBN: 978-0-520-94826-6
    Subjects: Language & Literature

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  1. Front Matter
    (pp. [i]-[viii])
  2. Table of Contents
    (pp. [ix]-[x])
    (pp. 1-16)
    (pp. 17-34)

    In November last year, I became interested in the fate of a machine which had been launched into creation and disappeared from sight during my boyhood. The thought of it roaming our system unconcerned about the policies of the regime was a relief from the strains and suspicions that surrounded us at home. Every morning, I would visit the library to dig out information for my dissertation on the principles of writing, and in the night, overhead, sought refuge in the parallel journey.

    Aboard, I read, was a deeply-etched record of the world that floated away, full of popular tunes...

    (pp. 35-116)
    (pp. 117-128)

    In the late summer of 1945, on the outskirts of a small town to the south of Vienna, my wife, my infant daughter Liselotte and I stood before the gutted remains of my parents’ house. The war was over at last and, after countless trials and tribulations, we refugees had found our way home from the Austrian Alps. Our quest, however, was not yet over: we sought not only our parents but also a roof over our heads.

    The appearance of my parents’ house dashed all our hopes: a ruin scorched by fire with the wind whistling at will through...

  7. Acknowledgments
    (pp. 129-129)
  8. Back Matter
    (pp. 130-132)