Irrespective of the ambivalence that marks Metaphysical poetry of the 17th century, Selim marvels us with his choice of words and precision of utterance.
After the previous tenant vacated the house, Khan E Alam decided not to accommodate any younger residents.
I wove necklaces of lyrics/ Which you'd wear beautifully
You know how that day the wind brought out/ The crazy thoughts I had in me all the while.
You called me close in the moments of grace/ Veiling my delicate senses
For poet Abul Hasan Neither the pen nor the camera has changed
The yard in this noontime is buzzing with/ The white aroma of the guava flower
Review of the Bangla translation of ‘A Strange Library’ (Knopf, 2014) by Haruki Murakami
The winners were announced on 4 April, 2024, with the ceremony being hosted by Sheikh Sultan bin Tahnoon Al Nahyan, chairman of the SZBA Board of Trustees
Han Kang explores the nature of her existence and it is all portrayed through objects and ideas unified by a single color: white.
The guessing game began a few days ago, when an anonymous, untitled book scheduled for July 9, “4C Untitled Flatiron Nonfiction Summer 2023”, had Taylor Swift fans so convinced she had written a memoir that they made it a bestseller.
Several threads of commonality tie the books together just as their origins showcase their differences.
This is how the gradual exchange of literature and culture takes place.
The books coming out of Korea are brutal in how they push the audience right back into the bleakness of reality
It is the story of young lovers, Kumaresan and Saroja, who get secretly married and run away to Kumaresan’s village to start a new life. Murugan has written before about the intricate tragedies of domestic life and how they bring about the worst of our community.
The latest bent in Jhumpa Lahiri's decades-long foray into Italian life and literature
Set in 1990s Dhaka against the backdrop of the military occupation, the novella follows the lives of a young university professor, his wife, and their house help, Phulbanu. The story is narrated entirely from Phulbanu’s perspective.
Novels from India, the Caribbean, Ukraine, Spain, Bulgaria, Ivory Coast, France, Germany, Mexico, Sweden, China, Norway and South Korea in the longlist.
Language trickles down the routes that blood took through Time. They say it’s a linear path, and yet I, a reluctant servant to the wiles of Time, find myself laid out in loops and slopes.