Aveek Sen   Picture Book
  • Afterword by Chandrima Bhattacharya
  • Designed by Ruud Ruttens
  • Printed by AC Dominie, Singapore
  • Published by Stolon Press, Sydney
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April 2023, 52 pp. (colour & b/w ill.), 10 × 19 cm, softcover, stapled, edition of 500, ISBN 978-0-6453840-5-5
$16.50 aud

“One of the finest tuned writers on the decolonial imagination, and on what it means to be a sexual subject in the modern world, Aveek Sen now leaves us with a tribute to the fragility of life, and the creative spirit we can bring to it, if we allow ourselves to register anew the mystery and compulsion of all that we see, of those we love, and of all those who come within the range of our sight, and to do so without veering away from fear and dread. This book is exquisite, stitched together,’ to use his own words,with a care that is the opposite of killing.’ I could  not be more grateful for the way it brings Aveek Sen into the heart where, for so many, he already belongs and always will.”

—Jacqueline Rose, author of The Plague: Living Death in Our Times

“In Aveek Sen’s Pocket Book, cloth as intimate lining silently incites flesh and soul alike. The fabrics in his Picture Book range across beds, hang from bodies, swell with air: light, simple, and deep. Softly, amidst this nestling, swathing, and billowing, real things turn into fictions, life into art, and back again. If you never knew the deliciousness of conversations with the incomparable Aveek Sen—but also, even more so, if you did—don’t despair. Here he is. On the other side of his exit without a clause.”

—Kajri Jain, author of Gods in the Time of Democracy

Picture Book is Aveek Sen’s final meditation on photography, writing and his imagined life as a filmmaker ‘manqué.’ Droll, meandering, and melancholic it is Aveek at his best, writing about the camera, the eye, and most indelible for me, the gaze of a feral, mating tomcat in his yard.

‘The next day, A would find the queen meekly sniffing about the garden, chewing at bits of grass, with livid bite marks on her neck.’

A little book with enduring pricks.”

—Moyra Davey