DOGRI SHORT STORIES EDITED BY LALIT MAGOTRA, TRANSLATED BY SUMAN K. SHARMA

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BOOK NAME: DOGRI SHORT STORIES

AUTHOR NAME: EDITED BY LALIT MAGOTRA, TRANSLATED BY SUMAN K. SHARMA

GENRE: CONTEMPORARY FICTION 

PUBLISHER: DOHRI SANSTHA, JAMMU




BOOK REVIEW

Short stories constituted a larger part of my reading last year. Plenty of them were books translated from regional languages which made my reading experience special and enjoyable. This book was a rare find because again this is one of the languages where many books have not made it to the mainstream yet, though there are plenty of celebrated native writers. 

 

It aches me when such a great compilation stays hidden just because the language or the region isn't much spoken about. All the stories were brilliantly written and translated; some even make you feel that they were originally written in English. Most stories revolve around caste discrimination, women's empowerment, domestic and social abuse and are truly relevant and essential for today’s time. The tone, language and mood are all set right and it's one of the must-read anthologies translated from an Indian language. 

 

If you want to read something powerful and evocative which is underrated, this is a book chance. You will not regret it. 


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