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.
A major portion of my childhood was spent in Farmgate—my paternal grandmother's place. It was a residential area wedged into the corner of a labyrinth breathing with multi-storey buildings, shops, parlours, salons, warehouses, other settlements, and tall electric transformers.
Sometimes I wonder what life would be like if I were to subscribe to one particular language that didn't have any link with my roots. One particular language, which I didn't know like the back of my hand.
Without knowing that it seeks to establish equality, some think that feminism is an aggressive ideology. That it seeks to lay siege to the rights of “men”.
In the face of dehumanizing discrimination, insurgency is important, but not when it deviates towards inhumanity from humanity,
In my impressionable childhood, my working parents often used to leave me in the care of our adolescent house-help. My day, for the most part, would be spent in her company.
It has been a while since you have wrapped up your work. Your words have bloomed characters and lives of their own, and given them a home.
Of course, we have people with polarising opinions sharing their annoyance, their neutrality, and their satisfaction with the new trend:
The migratory birds that had been successful in evading the local poachers' eyes packed their belongings and left. The dead trees are breathing again, their crowns filled with leaves.
The clouded leopard stretched its limbs and yawned as though it was tired for losing itself deep into the waves of a comfortable slumber. The dark patches scattered like oceanic
I was beaming when the word “Mowgli” floated up. Partly because I didn't know the remake had been in the works and so I didn't have to wait for the release; partly because it had ties with The Jungle Book. But I wasn't doing the same when it ended.