Premchand’s Fantasies and the Nation as Allegory
Paresh Chandra I This essay comes after, and is an attempt to rethink, parts of a longer study of Premchand’s novels that I had completed (after a manner) almost a year ago. In that...
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The Wayfarer of Being
Manash Bhattacharjee [This obituary piece was written on the night of 19 April 1998, in Poorvanchal, JNU, on receiving the news of Octavio Paz’s death. It was handwritten in a ruled class...
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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, along...
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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,...
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Why Stephen Greenblatt is Wrong — and Why It Matters
Jim Hinch One year ago this month, Harvard Shakespeare scholar Stephen Greenblatt stepped to the podium at the Cipriani Club in New York City to accept the National Book Award for nonfiction. Greenblatt...
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Letter from Iowa: Sunil Gangopadhyay
15 June, 1964 313 South Capital Iowa City, Iowa U.S.A Sandipan, Right now I am resting beneath a largish tree on the bank of this river. Windy it is. And...
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Good Reasons (HUG Fiction)
Anil Menon Imaginative resistance. I'd heard the chilly phrase for the first time, just a short while ago, in one of New York Public library's cavernous lecture rooms. Yet it already feels familiar,...
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Abdi Latif Ega The Water Bearer The journey to the well was long and scary when Twosmo was younger. She would start before the shadows cast, and would usually reach the well when there was a significant shadow in the day. It was scary because the land was an endless darkness. Her camel, a ten foot beast, would not avail her any form of protection from the many dangers lurking out there – the wild animals in search of a succulent morsel before they returned Read more [...]
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Isobel Armstrong’s Material Imagination
Steven Connor I draw the phrase ‘material imagination’ from Gaston Bachelard, who uses it to describe two intersecting things: firstly, the ways in which the material world is imagined, not just by...
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The Kitchen
Amiya SenTranslated by Bhaswati GhoshAt a time when there was a drought of jobs, Nirupama felt uncertain on receiving a job offer. Her husband, Salil Dutta, figured that by looking at his wife....
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Form, Sensation, Emotion
[HUG interviews Santanu Das in the wake of his talk on D. H. Lawrence’s poetry in Delhi University on February 9, 2012] HUG: If I may take your reflections on Lawrence this week...
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Of Sublunary Incubus-Demons and Their Givenness
Jeffrey Jerome Cohen “Between the moon and the earth there live spirits whom we call incubus-demons.” So declares Maugantius, summoned before the king to explain how a boy named Merlin could...
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Annunciation
Subha Mukherji Possibly the most delicate rendering of the Annunciation in visual art is, to my mind, Fra Angelico’s rendering (Figure I), the one that suddenly gleams upon...
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Ideal & Waste?
Amiya Dev We know that Châr Adhyây (Four Chapters) was Rabindranath’s second political novel. We also know that like Ghare-Bâire (The Home and the World), 1916, the first, it fared ill with nationalists,...
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