Almost in front of the entrance to, and egress from, the Goodge Street subway station on Tottenham Court Road stood a coin-

Carts. Midnight. Crossing.

So You Don't Get Lost in the Neighborhood is Patrick Modiano's first publication since 2014 when he was awarded the Nobel Prize in

The fast moving changes in the world in the past few years have forced us into deep introspection and sparked anxiety about the

To be honest, “Exit West” was the first novel I could devour in a day. This book ended up on my TBR list because 1) the hard cover is beautiful, 2) it is one of the 13 listed books for The Man Booker Prize 2017, and 3) this book is an urgent portrait of the current migration issues.

The much anticipated longlist for the US $25,000 DSC Prize for South Asian Literature 2017 was announced today by eminent feminist writer and publisher Ritu Menon, who is the chair of the jury panel for the distinguished prize.

When I picked up Ocean of Sorrow, I didn't know what to expect. My father had bought the book from Bangla Academy in our recent trip to Dhaka.

Oh, Lord! Is this your way of freeing me from the possible entanglement of relationships? I pondered and wondered; my eyes filled with tears. The joy of such freedom is full of intense pain too.

Shamsur Rahman's “Song of Electra,” is a poem about a daughter lamenting her father's inopportune death. He is really none other than the father of our nation who was snatched from us one dark August night in 1975.

While reading some of Tagore's last poems from Shesh Lekha—translated by Kaiser Haq and Fakrul Alam and printed in The Essential Tagore— I could not stop relating Tagore's views on death with the ontology of Being and nothingness.

Now that it's August, cry out in sorrow Bengalis!

“A single book could contain so much of everything, so much anguish and joy and love and war and death and life, so much of being

Poetry can be defined in a thousand ways, and yet its essence will continue to elude us. A poem might be someone's imagination

Twenty years ago—back in 1997—I was a first-year undergraduate studying English literature at the University of Dhaka when

Six professors of the Department of English of Dhaka University retired recently and were given a farewell on the occasion. The following poems were penned for this occasion.

Besides daily errands, Aklima Begum had barely been outside her Dhanmondi apartment in months. At first there seemed no plan to it.

It is true that Rashid Karim Gholam Murshed, aka Rashid Karim, surrendered his physical life to death. But it is not true that he gave

“In love we find out who we want to be. In war we find out who we are.”

The 76th death anniversary of the Bard of Bengal Rabindranath Tagore is observed.

Dhaka was still slumbering. The sun was yet to come up, and the silence spread over the pitched road was yet to be swallowed by the