Bøker av Zeeshan Mahmud

A selection of essays on Bangladesh cricket.

'This is total madness.' Uttered New York Times!No they didn't. But that is the Walter Mittesque fantasy of thus author. The author and his pipe dreams of concocting stream-of-consciousness magnum opus and conquering the Nobel! Whereas Finnegan's Wake destroyed post-modern literature, this surely snuffed the life out of it. Imagine you walk into a meadow and chance upon a balustrade in the middle of nowhere. According to one fictional, apocryphal interview that is exactly the effect and teleological question the author wanted his audience to feel. It is not so much as to read in entirety word-for-word cover-to-cover rather to stand back and admire in whole and flip through for a coffee-table reading pleasure. Just like one would expect to stereogram to finally seamlessly reveal an invisible picture, this oeuvre has the same target in mind. Every word has been hand-crafted except for a brief interlude from a smorgasbord from AI which further blurs the line (and danger!) if a machine may handcopy entire works of fictional modern day authors. Love it or hate, you cannot ignore it. Discover on the next bus-stand near you!

'Amoeba of vortex followed next. Nexus-a-outstretched of eight members connected with steel pipe cables to emphasize the spider; an octopus stabbed with pole vault dead in the center each holding in buckets cupped bottoms up hiding the beheaded; Cerberus, human, stitched to a dog and teratological astral projection floated one after another as if some deviant found the virus code to hack a Victorian bizarre cabinet of curiosities' athenaeum in conjunction with abecedarium of Alif, Beth and other Yehudi tribes each perishing next to their amulet. For instance, a live apple inserted into Adam's, balloon made into stomach- or vice versa?- and feline species cat o'nine tailed and presented on a cake as diaphragms redesigned into a plasticine zither with elephant stampeding newborn, first or last, infants in an abortive commercial for a condom all funded by Jomo himself. It was mayhem. Utter mayhem.'And thus reads a strange tale of a psychopath's utter despotic regime of mayhem that led to his downfall.