Some days ago, when the rain come down hard like this, seem they leave one of them tie up near the ravine. The dog slip down, the leash still on him. He tread water till he realise the rain wasn’t stoppin. And I suppose he give up at a point.’ I own three dogs! I grew up with dogs my whole life and those scenes were really hard to write. I was thinking about how dogs were written in [JM Coetzee’s novel] Disgrace, and the analogy he used with the dogs, how throwaway the lives of animals were. It wasn’t easy to write. It was [originally] worse. But my agent, he loves dogs, and he said: “It can’t be like this, it will turn off too many people.” When you gonna marry Lata?’ Tarak suddenly asked. Krishna swooped his arm up, nearly losing his balance. ‘ What?’ All the fish dispersed. At the top of the hill is the comfortable, but isolated manor house of the farm owner and his beautiful, young and lonely wife. The story in itself is really quite depressing whereby one unhappy event leads to a more unhappy one. It all begins with the disappearance of the local "bigwig" Dalton Changoor. His wife, Marlene, is quite content not to see him return but when she starts being harassed she invents a more pressing reason for her handyman, Hansraj, to stay at her home. Once there the two begin an affair. This affects Hans' whole family and one disaster leads to another.

Hans stopped before a two-storey building with a wide blue awning, the front fitted with immaculate glass. On one of the panes was the name of the store fitted into a bold half-moon: SALLOUM’S BAZAAR. The store had opened only a week ago and was supposed to be the new cornerstone of imported goods. Hans accepts but hesitates to tell Shweta because staying at another man's home is not proper. This arrangement works perfectly until it doesn't matter when one of Hans's friends tells him that Hindu marriage is not recognized in the eyes of the law, only marriage by the church. So that means that Hans is a free man to do as he pleases. A] thorny literary thriller...Hosein imbues the proceedings with the swelter of subtropical noir...Patient readers will find plenty of rewards in this complex tale. Self, John (4 February 2023). "Interview | Kevin Jared Hosein: 'The 1940s in Trinidad was like the wild west' ". The Guardian. Tarak turned to the dog. ‘He probably aint like thinkin bout it. Same way I aint like thinkin bout it.’Hannah Kent came out with a book called Devotion! Devotion was the title because, in Hindu religion, they don’t say you worship anything, but you devote certain aspects of yourself. But it wasn’t that heartbreaking to lose it. Trinidad is one of our favorite Caribbean island destinations so when I heard about this book, I knew I had to read it. I also love Caribbean literature and I was not at all disappointed with this novel -- Hungry Ghosts is a dark yet phenomenal story and Trinidadian author Kevin Jared Hosein is a phenomenal writer. Tarak stood at the other end of the yard, two flour bags in hand. His feet also wrapped in flour bags, tied with twine above the ankles. His first adult novel, Hungry Ghosts, was published in 2023. [4] His writings have appeared in Lightspeed magazine, Wasafiri, and on BBC Radio 4. [5] Early life and education [ edit ]

I think seeing that the longlist consisted mostly of under-the-radar books is a good thing. More Cannes Film Festival vibes than Oscars. Modiano, whose writing is heightened by elisions and silent pauses, is a master at creating mood. His Paris is aglow with noirish menace, a perfect palimpsest for Bosmans’s memories. “Everything was bathed in a light,” Bosmans recalls, “that lent a vivid phosphorescence to the people and streets.” Like Fernández, he continues to be haunted by the past: “It was as if a beam of light had finally reached him across all those years, the light of a dead star.” Kevin Jared Hosein (born 1986) is a Caribbean novelist and short-story writer from Trinidad and Tobago. [1] [2] He is known for winning the 2018 Commonwealth Short Story Prize with his story "Passage". [1] He also won the regional (Caribbean) section of the prize in 2015, with "The King of Settlement 4". [3]Kevin Jared Hosein, 36, is a teacher and writer from Trinidad, where he lives and works. He won the Commonwealth writers’ prize in 2018 for his story Passage and he has written two novels for young adults, The Repenters and The Beast of Kukuyo. His first novel for adults, Hungry Ghosts, is set in 1940s Trinidad and concerns the wife of an overseer who goes missing and the attempts by one of his employees to move up in a highly stratified society. Hilary Mantel called it “a deeply impressive book… and an important one”. The plot pivots on Dalton Changoor’s disappearance, which prompts Marlee to pay Hans extra to keep watch overnight – money Hans wants to buy his family a plot of land for a house in Bell. Shweta realises, too late, she never “exactly agreed” to Hans taking the post. There isn’t a dud moment or misplaced word. Hosein – a biology teacher who writes poems and stories by night – has a poet’s gift for similes (“the dawnlight appeared as a single painted fingernail hoisting itself over the mountain range, glowing hot and focused as a soldering iron”). But his writing is at its electric best when the weather is as stormy as his characters’ emotions. Krishna’s father, Hans, works just up on the hill on the grand estate of Dalton Changoor and his younger wife, Marlee. Their opulent manor is filled with goose-feather cushions and velveteen rugs, and from their box radio drift the sounds of Glenn Miller and Benny Goodman. One stormy night, Dalton vanishes. Marlee, understandably fearful for her safety, asks kindhearted, fit Hans—with whom she is infatuated—to be her night watchman. It’s an epic setup for a collision of poverty and wealth.

There was to be an exhibition. There were lots of pictures like his, apparently – of waiters, pastry cooks, valets, bellboys.’

Krishna ran to get the plank. Skated in the mud. Crashed face-first into the water. The two tilapia still flopping madly. Krishna scrambled for the wood. Reached his hand into the water. Finally got hold of it. Hoisted it into the air as if he’d already claimed victory. A shrill line of kingfishers fluttered over them.