9/5/11

NABARUN BHATTYACHARYA

Nabarun Bhattacharya (Bengali: নবারুণ ভট্টাচার্য) (born 23 June 1948) is an Indian Bengali writer deeply committed to a revolutionary and radical aesthetics. He was born at Baharampur (Berhampur), West Bengal. He is the only child of actor Bijon Bhattacharya and writer Mahashweta Devi.[1]
He is most known for his anarchic novel, Herbert (1993), which was awarded the Sahitya Akademi Award, and adapted into a film by the same name in 2005, by Suman Mukhopadhyay. [2]


He studied in Kolkata, first Geology, then English, from Calcutta University.[1] Between 1973 and 1991, he occupied important posts at a Soviet news agency. He traveled through Soviet Union, China and Japan. He edited various magazines and journals. At present he is the chief editor of the Bengali magazine, 'Bhashabandhan'. His wife, Pranati is a retired professor. Their only child Tathagata is a journalist. He lives at Golf Green, South Kolkata.

Nabarun is renowned as a fiction writer, and justifiably so. But he writes poems as well and Ei Mrityu Upotyoka Aaamaar Desh Na (This Valley of Death Is Not My Country) is arguably his most acclaimed collection of poems. An interesting dimension of his career as a creative writer is his complete refusal to have any connection with the Anandabazar group, the biggest media and publishing corporate house in Bengal while as a matter of fact, most of the major writers in some way or other, have bowed down before this immensely powerful cultural establishment called Anandabazar.
Nabarun over the years consistently contributed to various little magazines, which together constitute a promising alternative mode of literary culture in Bengal that challenges the influence of big capital. It is equally noteworthy that his writing style deconstructs the gentle middle class ethos of the Bengali society. Most of his characters belong to the lower strata of existence. His fictions reinvigorate the received Bengali language with forceful idioms and expressions from the margins, which might often bombard the chaste taste of a Tagorean upper and middle class, still very much under the spell of a 19th century Victorian sensibility.



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