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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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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

'Hauntingly convincing.' The Daily Telegraph

'Hussein writes with the economy and skill of a poet.' TLS

'Lovely short stories...sharp, bitter, subtle comedy.' The Times

'Fresh, personal and profoundly moving.' Kamila Shamsie, Literary Review

'Superbly written short fiction...the writing is both delicate and powerful: these are very fine stories indeed.' Independent

A 'gem-like collection...Aamer Hussein is a consummate stylist...His prose is restrained, precise and yet deeply moving. He is a sensuous writer in whose stories nature acts as a balm on even the most weary of sensibilities.' Moni Mohsin, Literary Review


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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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