False Offering
Rita Mookerjee's False Offering, while providing a trenchant critique of the oppressiveness of "white space," is also glittery, culinary sumptuous, and scythe sharp. Shot through with equal parts "nectar and venom," Mookerjee's poems pirouette with muscular grace in a kaleidoscopic whirl of myth and alchemy, gods and feasts, rot and rose gold. False Offering is a feminist ledger of "battle armor meeting ballet." Like a medieval tapestry, it is piped through with an elaborate galaxy of nightviolets, rosewater, bonedust, "snakes and shibari," origami, and the KKK. It is a rare book in that even while flipping the middle finger; it has its hands held out in tenderness to those in need.
―Simone Muench, Poetry Editor, JackLeg Press
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False Offering is equal parts rage and rebellion. Mookerjee deftly traces the outrage of a brown femme body in a world where 'white space would always be looming behind, ' where she chooses to be a 'gilded thistle, ' where her 'ashes will glitter, residue in a dragon's wake.' A rambunctious and important debut that everyone should read.
-SJ Sindu, Blue-Skinned Gods
Though an intoxicating mix of "nectar and venom" makes it great fun to watch her take down the false gods of American exceptionalism, Rita Mookerjee's main business is praise. Rooted in love of the South Asian diaspora, this powerhouse debut documents what it takes to resist assimilation, survive white spaces, and confront Infidels for Trump.
-Brian Teare, Doomstead Days
Rita Mookerjee's False Offering is a bad bitch, is a heathen's hearth, is a sexy romp through selfhood and lineage, is venom breaking apart the fuckery of empire and white supremacy. These visceral poems are ripe with rage and howl for kinship, for ancestral care and ask: how can we find safety in this world? False Offering is "marked for chaos," and I have a kink for chaos.
-Jane Wong, How to Not Be Afraid of Everything
