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Confinement, isolation and Marcel Proust

Posted by on Mar 22, 2020 in Miscellaneous Jottings | 0 comments

To ……….. In these days of government recommended social isolation, we have days, may be months, to meditate on the benefits of inaction. It is nothing new though for the ‘magnum opus’ of the French author (bearing the title of À la recherche du temps perdu) mentioned in the title of this piece has also been translated as ‘In Search of...

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Postural reflections

Posted by on Oct 30, 2019 in Miscellaneous Jottings | 0 comments

Ours is a downcast generation. It appears that soon the entire humanity would curl up. By wedging the buttocks in an armchair facing a screen, the homo sapiens is shrivelled. Back problems are the evil of this century. From osteopathy to treadmills in workplaces, resistance is planned so human bodies may recover from bad postures. The Macintosh and the...

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An Illustrator and a Writer

Posted by on Oct 17, 2019 in French Literature | 0 comments

Rarely would you find the union of an author and an illustrator so steadfast, so artistically productive as that of Patrick Modiano, the Nobel laureate in literature and Pierre Le-Tan who passed away on 17 September. Le-Tan’s cover drawings have so informed the pocket editions of Patrick Modiano’s novels that for many readers even the themes of Modiano’s...

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Hindu

Hindu

Posted by on Apr 18, 2019 in Short Story Translation | 0 comments

A short story by Dibyendu Palit   It was very early in the morning. Mathuranath, as usual, took his holy dip in the Ganga. Barefoot and clad in a dhoti, a namavali wrapped around his body like a shawl, he was hastening back home. In the copper vessel in his hand, there was holy water. His feet were mud-smeared, he was mumbling slokas from the Gita....

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Lost Eyes

Lost Eyes

Posted by on Apr 14, 2019 in Short Story Translation | 0 comments

A Short Story by Banaphul   In the eyes of an ordinary man she was not attractive.  Even I could see she wasn’t really pretty, but I loved her. Because in her eyes – oh, I don’t know what it was. I had never in my life seen such dreamy, alluring eyes.  I remember one day, after caressing her in a secluded place, I said to her, “I...

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