Abak Hussain
Abak Hussain is a journalist and former editor of the Editorial and Op-Ed pages at Dhaka Tribune. He is a director of Talespeople, a creative start-up, and a winner of the Iceland Writers Retreat Alumni Award.
Abak Hussain is a journalist and former editor of the Editorial and Op-Ed pages at Dhaka Tribune. He is a director of Talespeople, a creative start-up, and a winner of the Iceland Writers Retreat Alumni Award.
The ill sensation you already feel is compounded by the reactions of the government
Playing with a location that seems real but is not is a tricky line to negotiate, and writer beware: you will be attacked
The cold, hard fact is that Dhaka, our beloved capital and largest city, is one of the most unliveable cities in the world
Horror master Edgar Allan Poe believed a really good scary story should be read in one sitting.
Sharing one’s work, whether it is through publishing the old-fashioned way, self-publishing, bringing out an ebook, or simply posting a vignette on social media, can be daunting—a bit like undressing in public.
The government is better than any other nation in supporting single mothers. Parental leave is generous, and the choices and decisions by all are respected.
All of it–the material right for my level, the books a bit too adult for me at the time, the texts where I could only guess at the brilliance but would have to shelve until I could revisit them a couple of decades later for better comprehension–all of it has led me to become myself: For better or for worse.
Pictures are really the most basic form of story-telling, aren’t they? I imagine our ancestors sat around fires doing shadow theatre. They painted on cave walls long before writing came along.
The ill sensation you already feel is compounded by the reactions of the government
Playing with a location that seems real but is not is a tricky line to negotiate, and writer beware: you will be attacked
The cold, hard fact is that Dhaka, our beloved capital and largest city, is one of the most unliveable cities in the world
Horror master Edgar Allan Poe believed a really good scary story should be read in one sitting.
Sharing one’s work, whether it is through publishing the old-fashioned way, self-publishing, bringing out an ebook, or simply posting a vignette on social media, can be daunting—a bit like undressing in public.
The government is better than any other nation in supporting single mothers. Parental leave is generous, and the choices and decisions by all are respected.
All of it–the material right for my level, the books a bit too adult for me at the time, the texts where I could only guess at the brilliance but would have to shelve until I could revisit them a couple of decades later for better comprehension–all of it has led me to become myself: For better or for worse.
Pictures are really the most basic form of story-telling, aren’t they? I imagine our ancestors sat around fires doing shadow theatre. They painted on cave walls long before writing came along.
James seems to be saying to the establishment, to the same generous folks who once gave him the Booker and propelled him to the stratosphere: Go ahead and say this is not literature, I dare you.