Cirrus@Austlit

''Nasrin Mahoutchi-Hosaini's first collection of short fiction reveals symmetries of memory, hauntings and exile. Her fictional worlds conjure enchanted waterways, devilish spirits, the Iranian Folkloric and the unexplored Australian suburbia of immigrants. Her dark lens exposes the fault lines in marriages, bewilderments between cultures and the deathly games humans play. Her vision is the season of metissage between the ancient and modern Middle East and the West of myth.' - Christopher Cyrill, Senior Editor, Aletheia Literary Quarterly' (Publication summary)

'One Thursday, when Mr Razi had emerged from the subway to walk to his home he saw that the snow had descended from the mountains and covered the streets. He tucked his head into his wool overcoat and his thick silver white hair ruffled out above his collar like a Shahin's open wings. He walked, away from the main road and the sound of train followed on the breath of the snow. He played with the corner of the metro ticket and then submerged his hands deep into his pockets and caressed his keys. On the way home he stopped at the corner shop to buy eggs and then he went to the local chemist to buy his new sleeping pills...' (Introduction)