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FICTION
APRIL 2007
13X20 CM
PAPERBACK
152PP £8.99
ISBN: 1846590248

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About the Author
Aamer Hussein was born in Karachi and moved to London in 1970. He reviews regularly for The Independent and the TLS. He is the author of Turquoise, This Other Salt, and the editor of Kahan: Short Stories by Pakistani Women. He has held visiting posts at the University of Southampton and the University of London, and is a Fellow of the Royal Society of Literature.
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Insomnia

Aamer Hussein

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An elusive Japanese girl leads a teenage boy into a world of passion and conflict; in Andalusia, a man talks to his painter friend about longing and belonging; a translator finds himself drawn into the personal and political turmoil of the poet he translates; a woman's quiet world is eroded by the onset of war and the movement for independence and nationhood.

In his fourth collection, Aamer Hussein charts the geographies of leave-taking and homecoming, the consolations and rivalries of friendship, the yearnings of adolescence, and maturity's tentative acceptance of longing.

Moving from Karachi to England, through India, Java, Italy and Spain, these exquisite stories engage with the grand narratives of our time.


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Reviews
'Both disconcerting and alluring...the further the reader travels into Hussein's landscape of erosion, the more potent his capacity to find beauty becomes.' Times Literary Supplement

'Profound but low key; spiritual, but pragmatic; full of longing, but also acceptance.' Independent on Sunday

'Emotionally as well as intellectually charged.' New Statesman

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A little way down the road, I saw a pond where egrets, their every move elegant, were washing their wings. Nearby, in a puddle or a ditch, a dun sow wallowed with her piglets around her. 'd never thought much about pigs before: when I was a girl, we weren't even allowed to mention them, they belonged with the other unmentionables like snakes and lizards and dogs.

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