FLASH FICTION / Chand raat at Mohakhali

DS. To some readers the title of your most recent novel The Middle Finger may sound controversial. But as I discovered while reading, it focuses on something very different. Why did you choose this title?

I had started reading books when I was in class three, and I inadvertently found lots of books for me in my father’s bookshelf,

In 2021, Polygon, an Edinburgh-based publisher, launched the Darkland Tales, a series of “dramatic fictional retellings of stories from history, myth and legend” written by Scotland’s greatest contemporary writers. Denise Mina’s novella Rizzio is the first in the series.

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Only a few people have both knowledge of and love for the Sundarbans.

Academic and author Manizey Ibrahim Rahman unveiled the cover of her debut novel Aries: The Beginning (2022) with a book-themed scavenger hunt held at Bookworm Bangladesh on February 25, Friday.

Sanderson has written five “accidental” books between 2020 and 2022, four of which will be published as full-fledged novels in 2023. 

IFIC Bank and Kali O Kolom jointly hosted the annual ‘Torun Kobi O Lekhok’ Awards at 7 pm on Saturday, February 26, in an online telecast. The ceremony was aired simultaneously from IFIC and Kali O Kolom’s Facebook pages.

Jilapi Career (Odommo Prokash, 2022), a book written for undergraduate students and young professionals, has been published and released at the Ekushey Boi Mela today.

Be the autumn of my days. I am done with summers gone and springs to come or other rains. I’m the only season that remains.

If I get to live forever— then forever, I’ll be all alone— If I return to the paths of the world, I’ll see green grass Sprouting—will see yellow grass scattering— the sky Whitening in the morning—like a tattered munia bird, Breast blood-stained in the evening—again and again I’ll see stars And view a strange woman untying braided hair and leaving Alas, her face devoid of traces of the setting sun’s soft glow

On Thursday, February 2, 1922, a young woman was pacing the platform of the Gare de Lyon while waiting for the express train from Dijon. At 7:00 am precisely, the train arrived, stopped slowly, the conductor got off, looking around for the young woman who rushed to him and took a package from his hands, holding it tight while running towards the boulevard below, where she hailed a cab, her heart pounding.

The Ekushey Boi Mela, which was inaugurated on February 15, witnessed good footfall over the weekend, which led to crowd gatherings near popular pavilions. 

Bengal Boi has been hosting their spring fair, Fagun Shomirone, at their premises in Dhanmondi, Dhaka, which is due to end on Saturday, February 26. 

As the Ekushey Boi Mela comes and goes, I feel a certain dread of losing creatively admired people who are anticipated in our cultural celebration of intellectualism.

This year, while strolling across the Ekushey Boi Mela, I came across a variety of styles in stall decor.

Countless stories, poems, essays, and novels have been written about the Bangla language movement of 1952. Biographies of martyrs have been authored.

Growing up in a bicultural household, I was exposed to two languages, two cultures, as a child. I picked up both the languages as my mother tongue—Bangla and Rakhine. Eventually, a third language,

Popular publication house, Gyankosh Prokashoni, hosted an Author Talk at its stall premises yesterday, on February 18. In an attempt to connect authors with their readers, Gyankosh took on this initiative and mentioned that such enterprise would help in bringing people closer to reading and promote bookish conversations. 

A day unforeseen as such! None mourns the dead Nor do they fear death; Intrepid, what illumination Brightens their weary frames, and faces; steps Evince staunchness clad determination, ignite thus The tenacious resolve!