Non Fiction

Tenderness: An Improbable Profession.

Shefali Upreti | October 6, 2019

Tenderness takes work and acceptance, Yukta says. And tenderness in the workplace depends largely on the way you see work.

La.Lit Fellowships in Nonfiction: New Ethnographic Writing 2019

La.lit | September 27, 2019

La.Lit, in partnership with the Open Institute, is pleased to announce the second edition of the La.Lit Fellowships in Nonfiction: New Ethnographic Writing. The NEW 2019 Fellowships aim to produce high-quality, research-driven writing.

Breaking the Bracket 2019

La.lit | August 8, 2019

Breaking the Bracket 2019: A Writing Program, is inviting young, emerging female and gender non-conforming writers writing in Nepali languages and English to participate in a year long program.

Writing Nepal 2019: A short story contest

La.lit | July 3, 2019

La.Lit, the literary magazine from Nepal, is partnering with writer Samrat Upadhyay to organize the fourth edition of Writing Nepal: A Short Story Contest.

Keeping The Story Straight

Dylan Harris | April 26, 2019

Where do socio-economic dispossession and marginalization end and the physical realities of climate change begin? What’s in a definition? Who gets to define it? As the climate continues to change, who is in charge to telling its stories? The “refugees”? The people calling them refugees?

Oh, English!

Laxmi Prasad Devkota | April 12, 2019

I used to think that being able to rattle away in English was the greatest of achievements and sought to follow the diktat of the wet nurses of English education, “To earn money, study English.”

Syangja Days – III

Nepalikukur | June 6, 2018

Where’s the pleasure in tea without a bit of a burp?

Syangja Days – II

Nepalikukur | May 10, 2018

Up and over a suspension bridge, past a tarp slipping off a bamboo frame littered with the aftermath of a bāluwā-gitti party – Himalayan Dragon Beer empties, half-devoured meals, a sodden fire, bike helmet, damp blankets.

“The Birds Will Eat My Bones”: Perhaps a Eulogy for an Impossible Saint

Benjamin Linder | March 17, 2018

John was drunk the first time I met him – 68 years old, thin but tough, short but imposing.