The Groupthink of Marital Discourse
At a time where “femininity” is weighed by the proclivity of procreation, the author ponders what place “the white picket fence” fantasy merits in Pakistan today.
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How Adult Are You?
Ghausia Rashid Salam assesses young adult fiction and asks why grown adults are so drawn to the genre.
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More Than 50 Shades of Grey
“Certainty needs to be upheld and so all inquiry in its midst must be regulated so as not to topple some invisible, delicate balance of floundering egos insisting upon their “only truthâ€.”
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Examination of the Unchained: What Makes A Mob?
“The definition of a mob, or protest, and how the two vary relies on intent as it does the outcome — what starts peacefully can end in tragic violence, or it can revolutionize a nation.”
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Taking Trinidad
“A few days later, the Gaddafi loyalists began to shell Misrata, and Harvey Dabbs was killed. It was a stupid death, like every death in war.” By Sándor Jászberényi, translated from Hungarian by M. Henderson Ellis.
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Behind The Station
“My grandmother is bollock in front of me. When she sees me, she’s startled. She’s wide-eyed. She has her mouth open. She hasn’t her false teeth in. I’m startled too…” By Arno Camenisch, translated from Romansh by Donal McLaughlin.
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The Wall
“I opened my eyes and saw Nabil standing over me. In a voice shaking with excitement, he anounced that the Wall had fallen… I tapped my forehead to indicate he was imagining things.” By Hubert Klimko-Dobrzaniecki, translated from Polish by Julia and Peter Sherwood.
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The Sound of the Sundial
“The Legionnaires in front of Prague Castle were replaced by a battalion of Death’s Heads, clad in black to render homage to Hitler… Czechoslovakia became a ghost.” By Hana Andronikova. Edited and adapted by Rachel Miranda Feingold from the translation by David Short.
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Posthumous Correspondence
“I’ve allowed myself/ a postscript to your postcard,/ forgive me.” By Marcin Åšwietlicki, translated from Polish by Elżbieta Wójcik-Leese.
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tangier
“She falls asleep on my shoulder/ in the middle of the street/ and her steps ignite/ small riots of leaves.” By Agnieszka Wolny-HamkaÅ‚o, translated from Polish by Elżbieta Wójcik-Leese.
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