Humanities Underground

The Child is Given Over to a Stepmother

Prasanta Chakravarty Unappeasable and plain. That is the reason Simone Weil is able to unburden and pull us deeper into relentless entanglements and by doing so, sets us free. “The woman who wishes...

King George VI

Binoy Majumdar   King George VI said: Elizabeth, do give a holler to your mom, please. And so Elizabeth’s mother Mary walked in. You know, Mary, there is many a dilemma with India still, said George...

The Unaccommodated: The Himalaya and the Makers of Their Literature

Amrita Dhar     In this brief note on the reasons, possibilities, and limits holding together—and evoked by—Himalayan mountaineering and its literature, I shall begin in a curious place: a...

The Place, Origin and End of My Teaching

  Jacques Lacan So far as my place is concerned, things go back to the year 1953. At that time, in psychoanalysis in France, we were in what might be called a moment of crisis. There was talk of...

Academia and the Political

  A Conversation between Prasanta Chakravarty and Pothik Ghosh         Institutions and Their Sites Prasanta: Over the past few years there has been a steady shift in the way the...

Theatre, Number, Event: A Second Appraisal

Prathama Banerjee ———————————————————— Soumya is a very old friend from my...

Theatre, Number, Event : An Appraisal

Saitya Brata Das   I feel honoured to be here today on this occasion of the book launch of Soumyabrata Choudhury’s much awaited book Theatre, Number, Event: Three Essays on the Relationship...

Violence, Innocence, Opportunism

K. Balagopal The public arena is witness to dispirited discussion of the ineffectiveness of people’s movements, which are at the most able to slow down things, and nothing more. The discussion often...

Earth: A Wandering

      Alfred Kentigern Siewers   Earth is at once both symbol and reality: both a planet with a proper name and a substance, humus, from which the human emerges in participation...

Bhaduriji

  Phanishwar Nath Renu on Satinath Bhaduri ******************************** Bhaduriji! We used to call him Bhaduriji. I mean, we, the boys from Zila Purnea. Not Bhaduri-moshai, or Satuda, nor...

Two Stories

    Kate Chopin        The Kiss It was still quite light out of doors, but inside with the curtains drawn and the smouldering fire sending out a dim, uncertain glow, the room...