Now That It's Over<Winner of the 2015 Epigram Books Fiction Prize> During the Christmas holidays in 2004, an earthquake in the Indian Ocean triggers a tsunami that devastates fourteen countries. Two couples from Singapore are vacationing in Phuket when the tsunami strikes. Alternating between the aftermath of the catastrophe and past events that led these characters to that fateful moment, Now That It’s Over weaves a tapestry of causality and regret, and chronicles the physical and emotional wreckage wrought by natural and manmade disasters. |
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... arm. “So how, you want to join us?” “I don't know. Does Wei Xiang mind if we tag along?” “He's perfectly fine with you guys, you know that. He won't mind at all.” “Let me ask Chee Seng then, see whether he's interested. He hates when I ...
... arm. “So how, you want to join us?” “I don't know. Does Wei Xiang mind if we tag along?” “He's perfectly fine with you guys, you know that. He won't mind at all.” “Let me ask Chee Seng then, see whether he's interested. He hates when I ...
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... arms. I attempt to push my body upright and fail; I fall back on the bed, drained. The figure at the stove does not turn around or show any sign of noticing me; it keeps stirring the pot. The smell of garlic and eucalyptus hangs in the ...
... arms. I attempt to push my body upright and fail; I fall back on the bed, drained. The figure at the stove does not turn around or show any sign of noticing me; it keeps stirring the pot. The smell of garlic and eucalyptus hangs in the ...
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... arm and drift in and out of sleep. My dream is a broken reel of images and sounds: random faces, the terrible sound of waves crashing in my ears, a deluge of noises that shatter the silence. Amongst the images, I catch a glimpse of ...
... arm and drift in and out of sleep. My dream is a broken reel of images and sounds: random faces, the terrible sound of waves crashing in my ears, a deluge of noises that shatter the silence. Amongst the images, I catch a glimpse of ...
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... arms, chest and back, I have been reduced to a mass of worn, frayed nerves, beyond exhaustion, and I pass out. Waking up later—is it the same night?—I immediately sense the absence of the old woman from the room. In the near darkness, I ...
... arms, chest and back, I have been reduced to a mass of worn, frayed nerves, beyond exhaustion, and I pass out. Waking up later—is it the same night?—I immediately sense the absence of the old woman from the room. In the near darkness, I ...
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... arms and legs; her exposed skin has turned darker. The seagull appraises the woman for some time before it ventures closer. It pokes its beak at her shoulder a few times and pulls back, waiting for the woman to move. Then it jabs her ...
... arms and legs; her exposed skin has turned darker. The seagull appraises the woman for some time before it ventures closer. It pokes its beak at her shoulder a few times and pulls back, waiting for the woman to move. Then it jabs her ...
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