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Jeet Thayil

    Jeet Thayil is een Indiase dichter en romanschrijver, bekend om zijn indringende verkenningen van identiteit en moderniteit. Zijn literaire stijl wordt gekenmerkt door rijke taal en experimentele benaderingen die lezers betrekken bij diepe existentiële reflecties. Via zijn werken onderzoekt hij complexe menselijke relaties en de culturele verschuivingen in de hedendaagse samenleving. Thayils schrijven vertegenwoordigt een unieke fusie van poëzie en proza, die resoneert met urgentie en poëtische kracht.

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    Narcopolis
    Names of the Women
    The Penguin Book of Indian Poets
    English and Apocalypso Flipbook
    • English and Apocalypso Flipbook

      • 160bladzijden
      • 6 uur lezen

      This reprint of a 2003 work delves into the intricacies of the English language, exploring its evolution, structure, and usage. It offers insights into linguistic nuances and cultural influences that shape communication. The book serves as both an informative resource and a celebration of English, making it valuable for linguists, students, and anyone interested in the richness of the language.

      English and Apocalypso Flipbook2023
      4,5
    • The Penguin Book of Indian Poets

      • 908bladzijden
      • 32 uur lezen

      The book presents a remarkable collection of images captured over thirty years, providing a unique and intimate glimpse into the lives of India's most celebrated poets. This visual archive not only showcases their personal stories but also reflects the rich historical context surrounding their work and influence.

      The Penguin Book of Indian Poets2022
      4,4
    • Names of the Women

      • 192bladzijden
      • 7 uur lezen

      From the Booker-shortlisted author of Narcopolis, in prose of extraordinary power, a novel about the women whose roles were suppressed, reduced or erased in the Gospels.'Dazzling, smouldering .

      Names of the Women2021
      3,7
    • Low

      • 240bladzijden
      • 9 uur lezen

      From the Booker-shortlisted author: one man's whirlwind weekend of self- destructive grief.

      Low2020
      3,4
    • Wait now, light me up so we do this right, yes, hold me steady to the lamp, hold it, hold, good, a slow pull to start with, to draw the smoke low into the lungs, yes, oh my... Shuklaji Street, in Old Bombay. In Rashid's opium room the air is thick with voices and ghosts: Hindu, Muslim, Christian. A young woman holds a long-stemmed pipe over a flame, her hair falling across her eyes. Men sprawl and mutter in the gloom. Here, they say you introduce only your worst enemy to opium. There is an underworld whisper of a new terror: the Pathar Maar, the stone killer, whose victims are the nameless, invisible poor. In the broken city, there are too many to count. Stretching across three decades, with an interlude in Mao's China, it portrays a city in collision with itself. With a cast of pimps, pushers, poets, gangsters and eunuchs, it is a journey into a sprawling underworld written in electric and utterly original prose.

      Narcopolis2012
      3,5