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At the End of the Story: A Literary Short Stories Collection

At the End of the Story: A Literary Short Stories Collection

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ISBN13: 9798195148225
Publisher: Independently Published
Published: May 1 2026
Pages: 84
Weight: 0.27
Height: 0.20 Width: 6.00 Depth: 9.00
Language: English
Thirteen stories from Bangladesh you have never read in English.

A man sees the 1971 Pakistani Military crackdown outside his hut in Dhaka as a unheard music. That is how this collection starts. It does not get easier.

In At the End of the Story, Bangladeshi writer Shahidul Shannon - translated into English for the first time - gathers thirteen quiet, devastating stories that move from a Dhaka slum on the night of the Liberation War, to a Kolkata brothel, to the Rohingya refugee camps of Cox's Bazar, to a London cab driver who calls his only friend at two in the morning to ask the name of the river they grew up beside. A reader also sees a widow alone in her flat with a decaying star fruit, a young lover proposing his cancer patient beloved, dying matriarch hands her granddaughter a bundle of letters tied in red ribbon and a graveyard, fourth-class clerk resigns his post to finish a stranger's unfinished novel.

Nothing announces itself. Everything lands.

Read this book if you love:

  • Translated literary fiction in the tradition of Han Kang, Jhumpa Lahiri, and Daniyal Mueenuddin
  • Quiet, character-driven stories about ordinary people in extraordinary moments
  • Postcolonial South Asian writing - Bangladesh, Bengal, the diaspora
  • Spare, observational prose that earns its emotional weight slowly
  • Short story collections you finish in a weekend and then sit with for months
These are stories about what gets remembered, what gets sold, what gets buried beside the door, and what you do when you can no longer recall the name of your own river. One-click now and step inside the room.

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