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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... light in the dark hotel room, your thoughts scatter in every direction. You peer at the television screen from your ... lights remain off even 2 ...
... light in the dark hotel room, your thoughts scatter in every direction. You peer at the television screen from your ... lights remain off even 2 ...
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O Thiam Chin. The curtains are drawn and the lights remain off even with the return of the hotel's power. All you ... light seeping through the worn, dirty fabric—and then darken again. You feel no thirst or hunger—only the tightening ...
O Thiam Chin. The curtains are drawn and the lights remain off even with the return of the hotel's power. All you ... light seeping through the worn, dirty fabric—and then darken again. You feel no thirst or hunger—only the tightening ...
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... light from the window, flashing once, twice. The man bends down to the bed, hesitating over whether to wake the woman. He breathes in the warm, musky smell emanating from her body. The sound of waves grows louder, more insistent. He ...
... light from the window, flashing once, twice. The man bends down to the bed, hesitating over whether to wake the woman. He breathes in the warm, musky smell emanating from her body. The sound of waves grows louder, more insistent. He ...
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... light reaches in to expose the grainy texture of the cement floor. Near the far wall, three wooden chests are stacked on top of one another according to size. The dark figure trudges towards a latticed larder, and from one of the ...
... light reaches in to expose the grainy texture of the cement floor. Near the far wall, three wooden chests are stacked on top of one another according to size. The dark figure trudges towards a latticed larder, and from one of the ...
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... light, I look out, resting my shoulder against the wooden doorframe. Outside the hut is a small, compact courtyard, bordered on one side with ramshackle wire cages with missing or unhinged doors, and on another side by a tidy garden ...
... light, I look out, resting my shoulder against the wooden doorframe. Outside the hut is a small, compact courtyard, bordered on one side with ramshackle wire cages with missing or unhinged doors, and on another side by a tidy garden ...
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