วันเสาร์ที่ 22 มิถุนายน พ.ศ. 2556

William Trevor's audition at canasta: things are only ever finished, but never end with?



I remember reading the story "the garden party Katherine Mansfield" and the sixth form during the lesson and finding an impressionistic style, his indirect Sun and terrifying weapon yet. The young heroine of Mansfield discovers Laura's death [centralites] the existence of sound slow, elegiac story one summer afternoon Games reveals la inexpressibility of front of vtchnologiia life. No life-Laura tries to say near the end; And the ability to add a question mark, a sudden humility.

William Trevor is his celebrated novels short stories, who investigate the problem and troubled relations between past and present. Things are only ever finished, never finished with Chronicles of Trevor revisitation of this truth, and it is gentle but continuous illuminates all stories that persecutes the collection. People enmeshed with each other in ways to direct translation, such dependencies can still mute. define them

' Children ', the daughter of her father gently mourner sabotages the experience through reading the books of the new marriage her mother died every day. The time to collect the ends and to honour the memory of love's daughter who was even more well serve serve. "some jeeps for their finality of hierarchies is not allowed and must be ???????.

The research of visible Trevor ' adultery ' room reveals wife's novel unnervingly attempted to have her husband murdered a woman unresolved fears nine years before. He had an alibi's instinctive loyalty still such loyalty is finite, corrosive. People just leave the world of Trevor. The words and worlds, to run them. "The best thing was to love was not enough, he knows that. When love turns to irony, heroes of the Trevor looks more isolated, lonely than ever.

This latest collection of short stories also includes one of the most brutal along ever read, and just deal with the infection of childhood friendship, through silence, the partnership. The "environment", two foil and Deux alienated childhood friends meet again by accident and the Backstreet cafe, barrels, and expected to know each other. Trevor bleakly exposes the arbitrary, cruel childhood event that looked and assessment. Two sons, wilby, Anthony was once named dog-friendly note, Jericho and one summer day old LILO, see it floating out to sea. ' Now the way already, the yellow of the blur on the water, LILO has been lost, there was again lost again and began barking and wail. ' we have here on the horizon of the literal ' lost ' innocence. Heroes of Trevor say anything and neither does he. It just shows us what the boys did as they could. Wilby grows and becomes a stamp collector, cruelty, the burden of the aberration. You must create contrasts, Anthony had left this period its esteem, the sensation of each believe it was dead behind. "I'm not dead," he says. But of course, it.

Each story in the collection explores the ways in which we leave each other and ourselves. Still stories of Trevor also indicate continuing preservation of intimacy and power after his death. Promises made and respected, follows the story of Trevor ' audition on the canasta and mourning of a widower at Venice his love of his wife, he remembers when her ticket was gradually of Alzheimer ' s reflections they interrupted by a married couple arguing the following table, his conversation with them as they leave, the flagship of all healing intuitive recognition of Trevor's narrative change but not defame or reduce it to mere certainty"Knowingness". "" Shame not bad, insists her voice from somewhere else. Nor did the humble gift. "Gift of Trevor is to listen to and discover the power of such revisitations.

I was an enthusiastic reader of short stories Guide for years to find the "free zone" of the genre sometimes subtle, sometimes arresting, sometimes breaking heart. My name is Janet, I tutor students Lewison United Kingdom Bolton through my tuition business NLP Tusitala, my confidence for life site. Short stories are a great way to give everyone permission to think and reflect it. Also find ever read.



วันอาทิตย์ที่ 9 มิถุนายน พ.ศ. 2556

Black Milk



AppId is over the quota
AppId is over the quota

Saadat Hassan Manto (1912__1954) was born in Sambrala (now part of East Punjab) on the 11th of May, 1912. He himself gave birth to 'Manto' as he neared the end of his schooldays. The first page of the book contains the following lines entitled as
" In memory of a conversation":

"The milk of human kindness... if

you'll pardon the clich?... flows in

the breast of every Manto character ..."

"Its colour will have to be black if society

is to accept that verdict..."

Manto is known for writing unspeakable truths, hidden and dark tales of mankind augmented with pessimism, reality and bleak side of life, depicting sociopolitical and historical events along with the shades of gender and racial discrimination, injustice, violence, and all that one could feel. He gives the voice to all such emotions and pent up feelings that everyone wants to express but is unaware of the channel to express, this is the reason his words coincide with thoughts of all folks irrespective of their social strata, language and culture. Most of his stories entails stream of consciousness, discovers all that runs through the mind of every human being.

He had strong conviction over his art of story telling as his own epitaph contains lines:
"Here lies Saadat Hassan Manto along with his art of story writing... even now under tons of earth he is wondering, who is greater story writer... he or God.

Most of his short stories have been written in the background of partition between India and Pakistan, cover numerous socio political issues in such a subtle and pithy manner that no one can math his mastery of weaving words within a tapestry.

"Sakina" is the story that unfolds grim picture of Indo-Pak partition (1947), along with the shattered drams and expectations associated with new land of freedom. This story reveals how trust of an elderly father is broken by his own companions, whom he thought of his saviors and confidants. In the opening lines we are told that the special train carrying refuges from Amritsar has arrived after eight hours at Mughalpura , beyond the new international border, first paragraph depicts the scene depicts the scene of looted, wounded and brutally killed people during the riots.

An old man Sirajuddin wakes up and finds himself laying on the cold damp ground of the refugee camp. All around him, he sees an agitated sea of humanity, men, women and children. He wants to think and recollect but his memory fades away. Images begin to form on the screen of his mind rioting, looting, fire, running, the railway station, gun fire, the dark night and... and Sakina. At once sirajuddin rises up to his feet and like a madman rushes into the masses of people around him.

Dejected by his missing daughter, he looks for someone to bring his daughter back. After some days he meets with a party of young men, who possess guns and a lorry. They after having got the description regarding Sakina promise him to locate her and bring her back.

But after locating Sakina they prove otherwise, instead of handed her to Sirajuddin, they ruthlessly use her and then caste her away near the rail tracks, where she is found lying unconscious. When she is brought to the refugee camp hospital, Sirajuddin recognizes her by the black mole on her pallid lifeless cheeks and creams with joy "Sakina.... Sakina." But quite shocking to the readers, when doctor examines the pulse of girl, looks at Sirajuddin and nodes his head towards the window "Open it" he says, the girl on stretcher i.e Sakina stirs, her hands move slowly and she opens the knot of her shalwar and pushes the garment down her thighs...
Old Sirajuddin face lights up with joy, "She's alive..." he shouts, "My daughter's alive..."
The doctor begins to drip with sweat.

The plight of helpless people migrating from one land to another is conveyed through a hair-raising event that leaves a lasting gloomy impact on readers. How human beings get turned into wild animals during any situation of chaos, when things fall apart and center cannot hold. One shudders deeply on looking through the windowpane opening into the time when a blood stained line was drawn between two civilizations and religions at the cost of several lives, sanctities and honors. When so many fathers lost their daughters and got their embodiments only, devoid of souls.

The usage of word "open it" entails symbolism and leads towards so many connotations and interpretations. Earlier this story was entitled as "Khol Do" while it was written in Urdu version, but when translated, its title was changed into "Sakina". This story is an index of how social fabric is destroyed when anarchy and disorder is prevalent in society, History discloses that aftermath of any war gives birth to lost generation, who have aimless lives and are subjected to agonies, immorality, dissatisfaction and anxiety.

This short story reflects the socio political and geographical condition of migrated people at the time of partition, religious and cultural differences that became the root cause for two separate realms. The na?ve and simple attitude of people, their blind trust on others, expectations and dreams regarding new liberated land, their capacity to sacrifice and sufferings. Then their exploitation and manipulation at the hands of authorities and people around them.

Title: BLACK MILK (an anthology of short stories)
Author: SAADAT HASSAN MANTO
Translated from Urdu by: HAMID JALAL
Genre: PROSE
Publisher: Sang_e_Meel Publications 1996
Pages: 187
Language : ENGLISH
Title of short story: SAKINA