Majoring in Bangla promises a journey through a kaleidoscope of academic marvels.
With hundreds of waterways spread all over the country like a spider’s web, it’s only natural that rivers play a notable part in our lives. There are numerous novels focused on our riverine traditions, enough to call it a genre by itself.
With rows upon rows of book stalls offering everything from timeless classics to contemporary bestsellers, navigating through this maze of books can be both exhilarating and overwhelming
rise, rise—now evening dies: sun-born in valleys with burning olive trees—where women like me plod one day at a time,
Readers often look for relatability in the stories and characters they are reading but Nabokov doesn’t give his readers that comfort or spoon feed them. Rather, he challenges them to eschew feeling compelled by Humbert’s justification of his innocence
When you still approach reading in its ritualistic form every once in a while, it won’t feel like you’re “making time to read” but simply reading.
He had been practising saying his name out loud every night before going to sleep so that his ears remained accustomed to hearing his own name
It said, my body was no longer needed. / “This is the age of freedom. Let me go, and explore.”
What do we make of the mysterious thread that connects these stories not by genre, but by an imagination so wondrous they leave room for an underlying horror, and the many things that can mean?
On 5th October, 2023 the acclaimed Norwegian playwright and poet, Jon Olav Fosse, won the Nobel Prize in Literature “for his innovative plays and prose which give voice to the unsayable.”
You Are a Rickshawallah
A question that comes to mind is why does a book even need a playlist? There are two solid answers.
A visit to any bookshop today will attest to the reading public’s fascination with crime (and criminals).
Reading Rahad Abir’s Bengal Hound, despite the novel being written in English, felt a lot like reading in Bangla. While no two languages can ever truly be compared, there is much to be said about seeing Bangla and Bangladesh through an English language lens.
He told the Norwegian public broadcaster NRK that he was “surprised but also not” to have won.
This week, then, we're thinking: music and books, music and literature. In print and online, we're dreaming in tunes, dancing with words, daring to merge the two.
My mother’s house is beside a lake that separates the rich and mighty of the city from a little isle of people who work for them.
I cannot, for the life of me, definitively describe what makes music. Growing up in a family where music of any form was not typically paid any reverence, my exposure to it was tunnelled into mainstream pop songs for the longest time.
As someone who is interested in Muslim novels—by which I mean novels written by Muslims about Muslims—I always feel a scholarly tug towards Hanif Kureishi’s The Black Album (Scribner, 1995) when speaking of the at times uneasy but mostly comfortable marriage between music and literature.