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Em : Kim Thúy

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  While I was reading Kim’s Em [2020], I was finding a sheer similarity between divided Vietnamese and Bengalese and other likely deadly fractured lands and men all over the world as a result of rapturous colonialism in the modern period. Surprisingly, the time period was also, coincidentally, the same from early fifties to late sixties when both Vietnam and united Pakistan were going through the same struggle and sufferings in quest of independence from the chronic oppression. [DESIRES]   “Certainly, bullets kill, but so, perhaps, does desire.” I can’t help but accept it as a truism. Yes! It is our darkest desire that brings all the evil over the world.   [COOLIES]   I didn't read any other literature based on India -China's indentured labor in European and Latin American countries. History refuses to accept the truth about indentured labor but it was indirectly like African slavery.   Tâm, Alexandre, and Mai are examples of Hegelian historical and ...

Whale : Cheon Myeong-Kwan

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  Cheon' Whale is one of the finest novels I have read in decades. It will be classics in everywhere everytime. Even readers from the Bronze age would be delighted to have it inscribed on stones to read. At the first few pages, Chunhui’s narrative rose up rapidly like her heavyweight. I have a distaste when the narrative flows like a super cyclone. Readers take a long leap from plot A to B without having a breathing space. But it turns surprisingly into the opposite direction to pull my attention when Cyanide enters with her ‘sweeping’ life and ‘piling’ death and I sails with admirable prose, salacious imagery and narrative styles of Korean Cheon Myeong-Kwan’s Whale [2023]. I haven't read novels for many years, with the narrative style of folk tales where rumors, myths, legends, superstition, prophecy and dissimilarity rule over the characters and the stories. Like the thugs and one-eyed woman, I felt a heavy urge to know where did the old crone hide her fortunes? I felt the ne...

The Gospel According to the New World : Maryse Condé

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Gospel is the first novel of Maryse Condé I have read ever. And I am blown out from this unequal world but come back to read her rest of the books.  Bulgarian Gospodinov's Time Shelter sends the present times to the past whereas Guadeloupean Maryse's Gospel brings the past times to the present.  Gondé has assembled the brief narrative of the world in this  new kind of novel, as daring and dearing as I have been searching for. Richard Philcox's creative collaboration with Maryse Condé as translator and partner is one of the  finest literary pairs in the history of literature. It will require a hack of time to write a complete review so I have just written my first impression on each chapter of the Gospel. 1. Less The history of love marriage and the culture of their validation are all under the pitch-black doubt. 2. Diversity  The history of homogeneities and the cultures of sapiens are all constructed and a mere evolution in essence. 3.Words It's a word that for...

The Neighbor: Rabindranath Tagore

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      Artist:Rabindranath Tagore   The Neighbor   B y Rabindranath Tagore Trans. by Palash Mahmud My neighbor is a widow like a weeping jasmine soaked with the autumn drews detached from its petiole; she is not for adorning the flower-bed in a bride chamber but only for offering to the gods. I used to worship her so secretly in my mind. I could not express my romantic feelings about her without borrowing the word worship in lacking of other appropriate, simple dictions- to other people, even, to myself.  Believe it or not, Nabinmadhab, my dearly blossom friend,  didn't know anything about it. I had been feeling a flicker of delight and pride that I was concealing my such an intense feeling of love in the bottom of my heart so successfully. But it is also universally acknowledged that our emotional force is not bound to be locked up its sources like the Parbati river. It always conspires to break out by any  means. It feels a great deal of sadness ...