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Vol. 11, Spring 2009

Interview | Pakistan
Nadeem Aslam James Kidd
‘Cormac McCarthy said in an interview with Rolling Stone that the world is worse than it used to be; who would have thought, fifty years ago, we would have beheadings on TV? Well, every man must learn to stand up to his heroes at some point, and I don’t agree with Cormac McCarthy. Fifty years ago, we had beheadings, we just didn’t have them on TV.’

Memoir | India
Bone Urvashi Butalia
‘There is a bone in the human body,’ the priest told my brother at the cremation ground as they sifted my father’s ashes, ‘in which the human soul resides. It’s called the atma ram – the home of the soul. It’s a rare thing to find this bone intact after the cremation. When we do, we believe the person was a very elevated soul. Like your father … Look.’

Fiction | Malaysia
Nocturne Anna Jaquiery
When my mother Priya died, she requested in her will that a stake be driven through her heart, and that I perform this task. What she feared most was to be buried alive.

Photography | India
Dateline: Mumbai Indranil Mukherjee
Indranil Mukherjee's pictures from the Mumbai bombings (AFP)
Editor's Notes
Travel | Asia
Aye, There Be Pirates!: Paul French voyages into pirate-infested waters on the South China Sea
Essay | China
The Lure of China: Frances Wood on literary visitations to the mainland
Humour | Singapore
Director's Cut: Royston Tan on the fate of film in Singapore
Australia The Pearl Divers Alice Nelson
Australia Look Who's Morphing Tom Cho
Philippines The Tale of the Painting Cristina Pantoja Hidalgo
India Titli Dipika Mukherjee
Singapore Turning a Blind Eye O Thiam Chin
China Years of Red Dust Qiu Xiaolong
Margaret Atwood, Andrew Barker, Louise Ho, Sally Dellow, Thaddeus Rutkowski
 
Sometimes I think that the past is shaped by all the things that never happened. They seep through from the shadows, chafing at the edges of the seen. The words never said, the gestures withheld, a place, a photograph of the mouth of a harbour, an afternoon without a breath of air. A body that recedes from you even as you hold it close. We construct for ourselves a biography of longing. — The Pearl Divers
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