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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... shirt. His father had worked as a clerk in a heavy machinery firm that loaned out tractors, digging rigs and lifting cranes on longterm lease to construction and building companies, until he was retrenched when the company had to ...
... shirt. His father had worked as a clerk in a heavy machinery firm that loaned out tractors, digging rigs and lifting cranes on longterm lease to construction and building companies, until he was retrenched when the company had to ...
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... shirt and jeans, dried out and stiff like pieces of a discarded husk. The old woman has dressed me in layers of duncoloured robes, held together with frog buttons. Though it is warm, I can't bring myself to shed the layers. The cement ...
... shirt and jeans, dried out and stiff like pieces of a discarded husk. The old woman has dressed me in layers of duncoloured robes, held together with frog buttons. Though it is warm, I can't bring myself to shed the layers. The cement ...
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... meeting to attend. This weekend, definitely,” Chee Seng said, tucking the tail of his striped shirt into his dark pants, checking himself in the bodylength mirror behind the bedroom door. He gave his hair a few tousles. Cody sneaked.
... meeting to attend. This weekend, definitely,” Chee Seng said, tucking the tail of his striped shirt into his dark pants, checking himself in the bodylength mirror behind the bedroom door. He gave his hair a few tousles. Cody sneaked.
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... shirt, fingers cold on his skin. “I thought we were having a chat.” “Yes, we can chat, or we can do something else,” Chee Seng said, his breath landing on Cody's cheek. Cody leant in to kiss him. “Okay, let's chat then,” Cody said ...
... shirt, fingers cold on his skin. “I thought we were having a chat.” “Yes, we can chat, or we can do something else,” Chee Seng said, his breath landing on Cody's cheek. Cody leant in to kiss him. “Okay, let's chat then,” Cody said ...
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... shirt, revealing the bulge. The gastric acid is gradually eating out the stomach, dissolving its contents into a slushy broth. Bloated with noxious gases produced by the digestion, the stomach has grown distended, like a balloon ...
... shirt, revealing the bulge. The gastric acid is gradually eating out the stomach, dissolving its contents into a slushy broth. Bloated with noxious gases produced by the digestion, the stomach has grown distended, like a balloon ...
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