There are some poems by Jeet Thayil like Working Girl or Apocalypse Angels which should speedily become anthology pieces so that they can live on for another 50 years. (Poems live longer in anthologies.) See how he launches his poem on betrayal: "Everybody betrays everybody, you said/somebody said. I thought of the countless/betrayals our combined flesh had tolled/residual jealousies marking the way, past/endless architectures of heartbreak." Upamanyu Chatterjee became a bit of a cult figure with English August. Jeet Thayil's Three Years Sober... deals with the same existential drift. I would not be surprised if someone prefers the poem to the novel. Magic hovers over life and landscape in some of the poems. One strange dawn in Ajmer, he looks back at his life to suddenly find "No trace of habitation". Sometimes his verse gives the impression of being "waited upon by ghosts", with a lovesick boy on top of the stairs finding that "Everything takes on the fearful clarity of dream". Thayil moves on boundaries, on hyphens that bridge different states of minds, in the spaces between dream and reality.