
Amreeta Lethe
Amreeta Lethe is a Sub editor at Star Books and Literature and the Editor-in-Chief at The Dhaka Apologue. Find them @lethean._ on Instagram.
Amreeta Lethe is a Sub editor at Star Books and Literature and the Editor-in-Chief at The Dhaka Apologue. Find them @lethean._ on Instagram.
Last week, Daily Star Books interviewed Bangladeshi-Canadian writer Arif Anwar, author of The Storm (2018), and American novelist Julia Phillips, author of Disappearing Earth (2019).
I have always had a rather avoidant recoil to the aftermath of death.
Naeem Mohaiemen called the book and its selections, which comprise fairly short essays and editorials on contemporary matters, “an argument for somehow recording all that seems ephemeral, so we can then look back and trace what was happening.”
The font can be installed on and used with Kindle without breaking juktakkhor apart.
One random tweet by a fan account has sent a 2019 book flying off the shelves, climbing bestseller charts.
Several threads of commonality tie the books together just as their origins showcase their differences.
Pushing the glass door open, Anita heaves a sigh of relief as she leaves the office for lunch. The sun is blazing down outside. Sometimes this place feels like a gold cage.
Last week, Daily Star Books interviewed Bangladeshi-Canadian writer Arif Anwar, author of The Storm (2018), and American novelist Julia Phillips, author of Disappearing Earth (2019).
I have always had a rather avoidant recoil to the aftermath of death.
Naeem Mohaiemen called the book and its selections, which comprise fairly short essays and editorials on contemporary matters, “an argument for somehow recording all that seems ephemeral, so we can then look back and trace what was happening.”
The font can be installed on and used with Kindle without breaking juktakkhor apart.
One random tweet by a fan account has sent a 2019 book flying off the shelves, climbing bestseller charts.
Several threads of commonality tie the books together just as their origins showcase their differences.
Pushing the glass door open, Anita heaves a sigh of relief as she leaves the office for lunch. The sun is blazing down outside. Sometimes this place feels like a gold cage.