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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... turned to water; the infinite sea that thrums with life has taken everything away. You've been spared, while Chee Seng— You blink rapidly. The curtains lighten—weak morning light seeping through the worn, dirty fabric—and then darken ...
... turned to water; the infinite sea that thrums with life has taken everything away. You've been spared, while Chee Seng— You blink rapidly. The curtains lighten—weak morning light seeping through the worn, dirty fabric—and then darken ...
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... turned away, not knowing what to say. In the end, Wei Xiang's mother was the one who decided on the divorce, which was finalised when Wei Xiang was seventeen, in his first year in junior college. His parents sat him and his younger ...
... turned away, not knowing what to say. In the end, Wei Xiang's mother was the one who decided on the divorce, which was finalised when Wei Xiang was seventeen, in his first year in junior college. His parents sat him and his younger ...
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... turning around, it finally acknowledges my presence with a steady gaze. I have a hard time deciphering the face looking at me. With a scarf covering the hair and deeply creased lines around the eyes and lips, the face looks ancient ...
... turning around, it finally acknowledges my presence with a steady gaze. I have a hard time deciphering the face looking at me. With a scarf covering the hair and deeply creased lines around the eyes and lips, the face looks ancient ...
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... turned cold. I lie back down; a warm, effervescent sensation infuses my insides, spreading out to the rest of my body. Once again, I feel drowsy, the irresistible pull of sleep dragging me under. The soft, nearly incorporeal touches of ...
... turned cold. I lie back down; a warm, effervescent sensation infuses my insides, spreading out to the rest of my body. Once again, I feel drowsy, the irresistible pull of sleep dragging me under. The soft, nearly incorporeal touches of ...
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... turned over; a brood of chickens prances and pecks on the ground beside it, seemingly aware of the boundary of the garden, taking care not to step into it. A stonecobbled path, perhaps smoothened by years of footsteps, leads out of the ...
... turned over; a brood of chickens prances and pecks on the ground beside it, seemingly aware of the boundary of the garden, taking care not to step into it. A stonecobbled path, perhaps smoothened by years of footsteps, leads out of the ...
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