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Cameron Manley at Literary Hub: One of the most celebrated lines from Mikhail Bulgakov’s novel The Master and Margarita emerges from the lips of the devil himself. “Manuscripts don’t burn,” Woland, the
Continue readingWhy a New Adaptation of ‘The Master and Margarita’ is Setting Russian Society Aflame
by Jonathan Harris at the Rattle: Slumped in a lawn chair under a pink umbrella a hand fan on his bellyin a jackknifing heat that’s me I see now and
Nothing to do but work,…. Nothing to eat but food,Nothing to wear but clothes…. To keep one from going nude. Nothing to breathe but air,…. Quick as a flash it’s
Sometimes he’d be washing the car. . . all by himselfand he’d say, “Damn!”or sweeping the last dry morsels of leavesonto an old dust pansaved just for outsidefor when he
Blast from the past: Gulzar pens a beautiful ode to Mehdi Hasan, and remembers Ahmed Faraz–it was written sometime in 2012) when he learnt that Mehdi Hasan has passed away.
Maniza Naqvi at Literary Hub: Back in December 2016, I was sitting in my office at the World Bank in Washington, D.C., feeling unmoored and disheartened. Every day, I walked
Continue readingManiza Naqvi on Saving Karachi’s Oldest Bookstore
Irshad Salim: Over the years, paints, brushes, the pellet knife and canvases substituted my textual thoughts as I looked out my window at the never-ending war in Afghanistan–broad strokes of
at Aeon: When viewers are introduced to Abdiwahab Ali, the main character in the short documentary Neighbour Abdi, his charisma radiates from the screen as he showcases his creative metalwork
Continue readingThe Unique Life Philosophy of Abdi, Born in Somalia, Living in the Netherlands
Morgan Meis at The Easel: This photograph is the kind of photograph you’d throw away. If you’re working with a digital camera, you would immediately delete it. It’s a disaster.
In my new job, I tried to heed this epiphany. I made a point to think and write a little bit at home each morning, in a room overlooking the
Continue readingHow I Lost and Found My Scientific Creativity
He is in love with the land that is always overThe next hill and the next, with the bird that is neverCaught, with the room beyond the looking-glass. He likes
Habib Khan from Quetta: I had been to the Kaghan valley twice in the nineties and the first time in 1993 when we hired a jeep from Shogran to Naran,