DON'T LOOK BACK_Is This Art?_A window salvaged._Betraying the reader
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DON'T LOOK BACK
DON’T LOOK BACK Copyrights Abhik BhanuBunty, Lucky, Roy, Sunder, Jenifer, and Tanisha were all college kids partying on a Saturday night on Goa’s Dona Paula beach. The night was dark and cloudy, and the tide placid low so the beach was quiet- ghostly quiet. The sand was soft and cool under their feet. There was a cool and pleasant breeze carrying the sea smells. It was around 11:00 PM when somehow the topic of ghost stories began while downing more pegs. “I don’t believe in ghosts,” Bunty said bluntly. Roy supported him, “Educated people don’t believe in such idiotic things.” “I believe...
Is This Art?
New York City, the greatest city and the most culturally perse place on Earth. People from all corners of the globe came to the Big Apple as jobseekers, expatriates, tourists, and immigrants — Joseph Cruz was one of those immigrants.Joseph was from the Philippines. Six mowww.onedoor.ccnths after graduating college, he got himself a job as a baker and a certificate that he was now an American citizen, along with his family.It was late afternoon, and it was the end of his shift at work. He got out from a supermarket with supplies. While heading back to his apartment, his phone rang. As he pulled it out from ...
A window salvaged.
“Art should always be placed at eye level,” she said, straightening the piece she had decided upon.“But wouldn’t eye level be different for everyone?” my six-foot-four frame said to her five-foot-three figure.“Don’t overthink it,” she responded.I thought about that while looking at the handmade, salvaged window with ornate shutters my mother snagged from the old city of Peshawar. She hung it above the archway between the kitchen and the living room, well above anyone’s eye level. She and I happened to be in Pakistan for a family wedding when she acquired it. We had been staying at my aunt’s ...
Betraying the reader
I wanted to throw it against the wall – that's what people say sometimes about books they don't like. It's anger. In some cases, it may even be actual Incredible Hulk/run-around-like-you're-on-fire rage. Why is the reaction so strong? If we purchase other items, such as a new brand of potato chips or what have you, and they're terrible, we say Yuck, and then we shrug and move on. We do not have the urge to strangle potato chips. The difference with a book seems to be that readers feel, not only disappointed (although they are) but also deceived. They had so many other books or stories to choos...