Re-Markings : The Journal of English Letters


Re-Markings is a biannual journal of English Letters. The journal aims at providing a healthy forum for scholarly and authoritative views on broad cultural issues of human import as evidenced in literature, art, television, cinema and journalism. Special Numbers/Sections devoted to events, issues and personalities are a regular feature of Re-Markings. Launched in March 2002 Re-Markings is in its seventh year of publication in 2008. In this short span the journal has made its presence felt emphatically in literary and academic circles with appreciative comments coming from senior academicians, statesmen and writers in India and abroad. Charles Johnson, the most persuasive voice in Afro-American writing today, responded to Re-Markings thus: “I've now read (twice) this issue's (March 2004) introduction, and looked over the material included on poet David Ray. All in all, with its impressive global range and vision, and especially the international writers included, this issue is magnificent, critically and creatively. Congratulations! There is really nothing quite like this fine publication in America--every issue is to be treasured”-- Charles Johnson, Winner of National Book Award, USA., and author of Middle Passage, Dreamer, Soul-Catcher and other Stories,

The following comment is by Professor Jonathan Little, Chairman, Department of English, Alverno College, Milwaukee, WI, U.S.A.: “I finally received Re-Markings and read it through. I was very impressed by the range of the articles and the issues they covered, including Nietzsche and Mukherjee, for example. The articles were clear and to the point. I also liked the prose-poem you included. Very good idea to include some creative work! I wish more academic journals would do that. I'm honored to have my writing included in it.”

Prof M.L. Raina, Distinguished Scholar & Former Head, Dept. of English, Panjab University, Chandigarh: “Just a word to say that you are doing a very good job with Re-Markings. The journal carries promising articles and has a variety that is not to be found in the Indian journals that come my way. I hope it is around for a long time.”

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Chief Editor : Nibir K. Ghosh
Editor: A. Karunaker
Associate Editor: Katy Howe
Executive Editor : Sundeep Arora
Advisory Board: Dr. Charles Johnson, Jayanta Mahapatra, Dr. Amritjit Singh, Dr. Ruediger Kunow, Dr. S. Ramaswamy, Dr. Jonah Raskin & Dr. C.R. Visveswara Rao

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