THE SHELF / 6 books that I read at the end of last year… I hated 5 of them

Wins for his 'compelling and visionary oeuvre'

Experts give nod to an Australian, a Romanian, a Swiss and two Hungarians

As we approach Halloween this October, I thought a story about the supernatural would be the most appropriate book review choice.

In the mist-covered hills of Ooty and the famine-ravaged villages of Bengal, they speak of ghosts. They whisper of a Zamindar’s phantom haunting a grand manor and a shape-shifting shakchunni preying on a crumbling estate.

These are books that invite you to pause over a line, to linger in a paragraph, to lose yourself not in spectacle but in rhythm

Her agent said in a statement Monday

I train myself not to meet their eyes— those begging at corners,

He debuted as a screenwriter with the dark comedy–thriller Mainkar Chipay (2020), the first Bangladeshi ZEE5 original film, followed by Contract (2021), the platform’s first Bangladeshi original series, which he co-wrote and adapted from Mohammad Nazimuddin’s bestselling thriller.

In the hush—footsteps fill the laden streets, .grasshoppers teeth to return home. Veiled divine mother, .she blooms in shards—from under the rain.from beyond the sallow moon.in her lion’s gait… tidal sorrow pushing through .your swallowing metropolitan heap. .

Notable works include Jinnatun Jannat’s “Canvas 1947: DADA”, a mixed-media compilation that traces her family’s displacement during Partition through digitally printed photographs, watercolours, and ink drawings.

K. Anis Ahmed’s Carnivore serves up a daring and disturbing literary dish. The novel is part crime thriller, part immigrant narrative, and part sociopolitical allegory.

This is not a book review. At least not in the traditional sense where the reviewer recaps the gist of a book, quoting and analyzing parts, drawing or pointing to conclusions.

Particularly striking is her choice of working only in black and white, letting both the poetry and her art speak for themselves in their rawest forms.

Is he eyeing me?.That young man with the receding hairline, flipping through a paperback on a discount table. No, revise that. He is not so young really, as my second take reconsiders. A freshness in his eyes made him look more youthful. If not for his thinning scalp, that little paunch un

I take my tea with two teaspoons of brown sugar, but some fine mornings, I betray my routine and chase the jolt in my fingers as I put the spoon down after just one or when I reach for another after the second. Even if for a fleeting moment, I love not recognising myself, not knowing where I wil

Theatre in Bangladesh has never been merely a form of entertainment. It has always served as a mirror to society, reflecting its contradictions, struggles, and aspirations.

The scent of marigolds hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the rhythmic clash of cymbals and the murmur of crowds waiting for a glimpse of the goddess.

Revisiting ‘The Long Walk’ (Signet Books, 1979) by Stephen King on his 78th birthday

What authors, publishers are saying about an ‘off-season’ book fair

Farhad Mazhar has long stood at the unpredictable intersection of poetry, politics, and philosophy.