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Vol. 12, Summer 2009

Interview | Asia
Ian Buruma Ben Naparstek
Even though in China it’s difficult to grasp, there are many, and not just Japanese, who were involved in Japan’s imperial adventure of the 1930s and 1940s who were genuinely idealistic and thought that it was their role to liberate Asia from western imperialism.

Fiction | Kashmir
The Recruit Justine Hardy
We have lost the language of poetry that we used to speak here. This is what I have been told, so many times, that it has gone, but I cannot mourn something that I do not remember. More than anything else, I would like to take my cousin to Shalimar Bagh, to lie with her under the trees and trace the shadows of her body with my hands. Is that poetry?

Non-fiction | China
Woman From Shanghai Xianhui Yang
At Jiabiangou, we were turned into weed-eating animals, our excrement like goat droppings. Often, in the latrine, we’d help each other out. One person would lie on his stomach with his butt in the air. Another would squat behind him, digging. For this we used a special tool – a long wooden spoon made from a red willow twig.

Photography | Mongolia
Kindred Spirits Jesse Chun
On the trail of Inner Mongolia's nomads
From the Editor
Memoir | Singapore
Elgar and the Watch My Father Gave Me: An old record takes Kim Cheng Boey back to his childhood
Essay | South Korea
Food for Thought – Kimchi and Cabbage: Julian Baggini samples the philosophical fare in Seoul
Indonesia Kites Above Black Sand Renee Melchert Thorpe
Singapore Angry Ghosts Uma Anyar
South Korea The Old Garden Hwang Sok-yong
Thailand Taxis 2006 Chartvut Bunyarak
Vietnam Close to the Bones Andrew Lam
India Trains Nighat M. Gandhi
South Korea The Daughter of the Woman from Nan-jin Eugenia Kim
Hong Kong Marble Forest, Karstic Heart Marshall Moore
Marjorie Evasco, Maxine Syjuco, Michelle Cahill, Liu Hongbin, Madeleine Marie Slavick, Kavita Jindal
 
When the story is over, each of us returns to the tiny window by the toilet in our cells and stands there. It is the spot where you feel to your bones that you are alone. — The Old Garden
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