By: Debra N. Diener I’m suddenly stabbed in the top of my right foot. Simultaneously, I yelp in pain, look down at my foot and could swear I hear someone cackling like a storybook witch right above me. Blood is…
By: Mohammad Jashim Uddin Literature is the reflection of social picture and human life. It highlights the socio-economic condition, religious belief and its impact on human being, changes of the world, ecology and environmental issues, dark-sides of the capitalism, political…
By: David Whippman Ask a random section of the reading public to name a novel by George Orwell, and the overwhelming response will be either Animal Farm or 1984. My personal favourite, though, is the lesser-known Coming Up for Air….
Hysteria, Foucault, and Feminism: Resistance in Psychiatric Power and Phallogocentric Discourse
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By: Ilgin Yildiz Hysteria as a disease has over 4000 years of history. Freud invented psychoanalysis on the basis of his work with female hysterics like ‘Dora’ (Ida Bauer). In 1952, with the elimination of the word ‘hysteria’ as a…
By: Adam Wan Postmodernism—a cultural, philosophical, artistic, literary, and architectural movement that emerged in the latter half of the twentieth century, and twenty or so years into the twenty-first century, the movement has laid down the very foundation of contemporary…
By: Sultana Raza Forced to shelter indoors in 1818, the year without a summer, Mary Shelley brought one of the most famous monster to life at the Villa Diodati in Geneva. Little would she know that the spring and autumn…
By: Dennis Vannatta Mid-winter this past year, I lost the ability to write. Of course, what you are presently reading is writing of a sort, but I’m here speaking of Writing with a capital W. The real stuff. The…
A cosmic love story celebrated on Mahashivratri (March 11) By William T. Hathaway Long ago in Brahma-loka, the abode of the Gods, Lord Shiva was passionately in love with Mahashakti and determined to marry her. But one big problem prevented…
By: Shukburgh Ashby Near-unknown writer, and an undiscovered giant of twentieth century literature A friend told me that Tom Wollaston died last week. He must’ve been in his nineties. I’d like to humbly propose (I haven’t read this theory elsewhere)…
By Raymond Greiner Three summers past we experienced a horrid drought. Crops failed, ponds dried up and grass was brown creating an apocalyptic scene. The poplar trees took the biggest hit; we lost ten, yet some survived. It was a…