Every month, The Bangalore Review recommends a reading list, also mentioning in brief why each book must be read. This month’s list has been compiled by writer, Maitreyee B. Choudhury.
Oh Sinnerman, where you gonna run to? Sinnerman, where you gonna run to? Where you gonna run to? All along dem day Nina Simone –…
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Guild of Contemporary Art cordially invites you to meet the artists Cheryl Dobrin Lena Herrschaft Daisy March Saturday, June 10 – 5 to…
“You have to stop being such a doormat,” I tell Samaya Di, wiping the display table we used for a quick afternoon snack and throwing…
Miles pressed the up button and brushed a fuzz from his suit coat. Executives and their associates flowed through the monotone, white-collar hum of business,…
The memory was painful. Vivid, so perfectly forged that merely to unsheathe it meant pain. Little things could draw it out. The smell of wet lumber, freshly cut. Maybe a combination of words or a strange pattern of falling leaves. Try as one might, it was an experience that could not be contained. Like water falling, it would find a path through, no matter how hard you worked to stop it. This time it was a name.
I begin to know the streets, Spy tunnels
And their depth.
The pavement where homeless men decry passerby
For lonely cigarettes.
you who carry the world in your palm
the weighty equivalence of Alexandria’s wisdom
inside a slender electronic case
may never know
an apocalyptic tune.
Every month, The Reading Room showcases a short story, or excerpts of a book, from some of the greatest writers the world has ever seen.