This past August, Dhaka’s speculative fiction magazine 'Small World City' enjoyed their first anniversary. The magazine, over this last year, has published some of the more striking works of fiction, nonfiction, and poetry coming out of the country
If the country’s literary potential is not given generous support, we may never create favourable conditions for aspiring writers to devote time and energy to the art
Weaving the grand themes of politics and history, the book is a revelation into how the ordinary lives within a country are buffeted by constant changes.
What struck me the most about these stories is the firm, unflinching, and confident authorial voice sneaking up on and dictating the reader’s thoughts, orienting them to feel sympathy for the characters no matter how unlikeable they are.
While Canada, and now some programs in the UK, have also started offering the degree, it is in the United States that it is most common and rigorous.
This means you can submit a manuscript on your own, without a literary agent.
Martell’s narrative journalism is a lesson for those in the field as to how a writer can instil empathy for the others around. The reader can taste affection for both the animals and humans in his storytelling.
This year a ticketing system was imposed. As such, sales were lower than expected.
Shafi thinks it's high time the world talked about the struggles that came saran wrapped with a skinny body. But to his sadness, everyone only talks about how they have gained so much weight and how the fat is hell bent in staying settled in the abdomen.
While the non-bookworms will find it boring to point out the flaws of Rupi Kaur's poetry and relish JK Rowling's works, book-nerds can now share their thoughts and crack humour with a group of like-minded individuals instead of suffocating themselves with their own opinions.
Set in the North of London in the beginning, Zadie Smith's fifth novel, “Swing Time”, tells us the story of two childhood friends whose paths diverge as they grow up, and the challenges of growing up fuel the diversion.
The lamp's frail light cut the darkness in yellow rays. And the cramped house with broken furniture spoke of poverty.
I saw her scavenging the streets lined with shops, bustling with vehicles, complemented by smokes crawling up the air. The sun had set, and the gloom was cut by the yellow rays emerging from the light poles.
One day he will sing his song.
“Most communities just happen; the best are planned” - is the motto of a perfectionist community, Shaker Heights.
Eyes are wonderful. At times, they remain wide open and welcome all the light that the universe has to offer. Also at times, they flutter shut only to consume the darkness that is necessary to sink into a pillow and float in a colorful void.
After the meteors robbed the earth of its glory, life decided to brew again with all its might. Organisms never gave in to destruction. The sun thought she would wipe away the ball of oceans and mountains that circled her.
Nadia lived some 3000 miles away from home. The mountains and oceans were the obstacles. Though she conversed with her mum a lot over the phone, it didn't serve the inexplicable pleasure of lacing her hands around her back and clutching her in a tight hug.