There are no lamplights in this end of the neighbourhood. Only tall trees standing upright on either side of the road, their leaves drooping down in lament for a long-forgotten motion.
'The Hippo Girl and Other Stories' holds up a mirror to a society that judges and ridicules those that do not adhere to its shortsighted vision of a homogenised culture.
Callahan’s novel came to her during the pandemic when she found herself waking up with a large ringing noise in her head.
“An exceptional novel that makes gender disappear to build unconventional love and friendship”
From every direction strong torrents meet Collide, counter, and begrudgingly recede.
He was, like most children, easily amused. Unlike most other children however, he never hesitated to express it. He was full of life and energy.
You must have heard the story of your birth a thousand times by now, sweetheart. Your mother and I—home alone.
It’s hard not to recall our many conversations about literature as I try to summarise Shah Tazrian Ashrafi’s debut collection of short stories. They were always short discussions, opening and closing off in spurts, as happens over text. Exclamations over a new essay collection by Zadie Smith, or a new novel by Isabel Allende.
After the previous tenant vacated the house, Khan E Alam decided not to accommodate any younger residents.
There are no lamplights in this end of the neighbourhood. Only tall trees standing upright on either side of the road, their leaves drooping down in lament for a long-forgotten motion.
'The Hippo Girl and Other Stories' holds up a mirror to a society that judges and ridicules those that do not adhere to its shortsighted vision of a homogenised culture.
Callahan’s novel came to her during the pandemic when she found herself waking up with a large ringing noise in her head.
“An exceptional novel that makes gender disappear to build unconventional love and friendship”
He was, like most children, easily amused. Unlike most other children however, he never hesitated to express it. He was full of life and energy.
From every direction strong torrents meet Collide, counter, and begrudgingly recede.
You must have heard the story of your birth a thousand times by now, sweetheart. Your mother and I—home alone.
It’s hard not to recall our many conversations about literature as I try to summarise Shah Tazrian Ashrafi’s debut collection of short stories. They were always short discussions, opening and closing off in spurts, as happens over text. Exclamations over a new essay collection by Zadie Smith, or a new novel by Isabel Allende.
If you travel on a bus, always take the window seat.
After the previous tenant vacated the house, Khan E Alam decided not to accommodate any younger residents.