#The Barbados Project

[choppedcowboydinosaur]

I’ve noticed some monster movie trends recently. It’s mainly with things like Gamera making a comeback on Netflix, Gorgo getting her own animated movie, Singapore making their own creature feature and in general other foreign monster movies that have been coming out like the Troll one on Netflix, The Barbados Project and others. I think it’s getting popular but not as big as the MCU. And that might be a good thing since the closest we have to the MCU is the Monsterverse and even that is nowhere as nearly big as the MCU. Not everything needs to be some MCU style behemoth of a franchise. It’s interesting when compared to Matt Franks prediction where he didn’t think the monster movie renaissance was ever going to be a thing. While yeah, it’s not an MCU style thing however, there is a broader trend of people making more monster movies and also the companies that hold these classic monster movie IP’s trying to make them more accessible in recent years. So that’s a good thing.

#monster movies #movie trends #monsterverse #kaiju #gamera #gorgo #godzilla #the barbados project

[moviesandmania]

THE BARBADOS PROJECT (2022) Reviews of found-footage creature feature

THE BARBADOS PROJECT (2022) Reviews of found-footage creature feature

The Barbados Project is a 2022 found-footage horror film about a journalist investigating a social media video showing a giant creature. Her story uncovers a multi-nation government conspiracy that will forever change the face of Barbados… Previously known as The Trident -The Land We Call Home Directed by Thomas Burke and Stockton Miller from a screenplay by the latter. Produced and edited by…

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#2022 #Brandon Blackman #Cherah Belgrave #found-footage horror #Frank Gilks #Ishmail John #movie film #review reviews #Stockton Miller #The Barbados Project #Thomas Burke

[bekkomi]

Archons

#genshin impact #genshin fanart #zhongli #morax #venti #barbados #baal #raiden shogun #nahida #buer #bekkodraws #for a project thing!

[nakeddeparture]

The Hope Housing Project was shut down? Join the conversation. Tell what you know. Barbados.

https://youtu.be/Dq-3-rRon84

Three top personnel relieved of their duties? Contractors lost work? Missing money? Have your say. Naked!!

Like/share/comment/subscribe on YouTube (it costs you nothing). Press the notification bell 🔔. NEW WhatsApp #[phone]

#the hope housing project #dawnda #Tamara Allman #Michelle king #barbados #naked departure #stolen money #Youtube

[etherealkissed88]

youre always assuming. youre always operating in imagination & the 3d is always a projection. the 3d is nothing special & has no power. its only projecting who you are BEING in the 4d/inner self because it is imagination. this means you are always operating in imagination. this is why when things happen in the 3d, its still in imagination. you are imagining because its all inner self. manifesting is too easy because you are always in imagination/always being inner self. the issue is when you choose to assume or identify with what you dont want and chose to put the neutral, imaginary 3d above you.

understand you are always in imagination and fulfill your inner self. operate in this imaginary 3d while knowing its all ever neutral and it has no power over you: the operant power. once inner self is fulfilled and you identify with the version of you who already has their desires, you really do have it! its done! you are in barbados. dont let what your senses are aware of change that identity and that fact. persisting in what you see in the 3d instead of what you want to identify with is delusion.

kisses, jani𖥔

#etherealkissed🎀 #etherealkissed #loa blog #manifesting #law of assumption #loassumption #edward art #neville goddard #living in the end #imagination creates reality #imagination #inner self #inner man #law of attraction #master manifestor #manifestation

[salem-witch-history]

The Parris Household

In late January 1692, panic began to set in at the home of Samuel Parris, minister of Salem Village, as some of the children living there began exhibiting signs of witchcraft.

Parris and his family lived in a simple home known as a saltbox. About 20 by 40 feet, it consisted of two rooms downstairs known as the hall and the parlor, two rooms used for sleeping and storage upstairs, a narrow garret, and a small extension off its back known as a lean-to. The home had been built a decade earlier for minister George Burroughs, but on an extremely limited budget, with much of the home resting on wooden posts rather than a proper foundation. It was torn down a century later after the foundation rotted away, but would have looked similar to the home shown above.

Living in this relatively small space were eight people:

Samuel Parris (age 39): Failed businessman turned minister, a religious traditionalist who projects insecurity to his congregation and fails to unite the sparring church.

Elizabeth Parris (age 44): The minister's wife, in poor health and absent from trial records. She will die only four years later.

Thomas Parris (age 10): Eldest child, absent from trial records.

Elizabeth "Betty" Parris (age 9): Middle child, generally believed to be the first to show signs of possession.

Susannah Parris (age 5): Youngest child, absent from trial records.

Abigail Williams (age 11): A relative of the Parris's living in the home, generally referred to as a niece. She is assumed to be an orphan and, along with Betty, shows signs of possession.

Tituba (age unknown): A Caribbean Indigenous woman enslaved by the Parrises, brought to Massachusetts when the family moved from Barbados in 1680.

John (age unknown): A Caribbean Indigenous man enslaved by the Parrises, often assumed to be Tituba's husband.

Prior to living in Salem, the Parris family also enslaved a young African boy, who died at the age of 15 in 1689. Having this many individuals enslaved in a small household may have reflected Parris's desperation to cling to the lifestyle he had originally inherited from his father's sugar plantation, and possibly also Elizabeth's inability to manage her household due to disability.

#salem witch trials #january #Samuel Parris #Elizabeth Parris #Betty Parris #Abigail Williams #Tituba Indian #John Indian #history

[apricitystudies]

what i read in sept/oct 2022:

(previous editions) bold = favourite

class, race, & labour

socialism for the rich

farmed: why were so many black children fostered by white families in the uk?

blunt-force ethnic credibility (via @noodledesk)

gender, sexuality, & intersectionality

what ethiopia can teach the us about abortion rights

saying goodbye to my chest

she helped expose girls do porn, but she can never outrun what it did to her

what #metoo changed in hollywood—and what it didn’t

politics & current affairs

from temples to offshore trusts, a hunt for cambodia’s looted heritage leads to top museums (pandora papers)

google is quietly providing ai technology for drone strike targeting project

welcome to demokrasi (türkiye)

more bullets, more bloodshed (haiti)

meth is turning fiji from a tropical paradise into a narco’s playground

behold, emperor xi (china)

the world’s newest republic (barbados)

history, culture, & media

france's nuclear colonial legacy in algeria

the utopian machine

does tiktok empower autistic people or pigeonhole them?

unboxing, bad baby and evil santa: how youtube got swamped with creepy kids content

#studyblr #studyspo #academia #university #productivity #reading list #reading lists #student #studying #myresources

[chocolatepot]

Showing you my latest project, as the author has received their copy!

This is Clarity, by @kat0nline - a fantastic fic based on the premise that 1) Ed and Stede do leave the Academy together but 2) Stede hits his head and gets amnesia! Ed has to try to bring Stede back while staying with him in his old home on Barbados. It is beautiful.

I used a lovely marbled paper for the covers to imitate the look of 18th century books, and did the cover label in 1782 Thurneysen (a period font) with a Sughayer Separates ornament for the line.

(... Ignore all those wavy pages ...) The coral/seaweed paper doesn't look as historical, but it's based on a cotton print design from the late 18th century.

The main title, as well as chapter headings, is Metamorphous, which I realized after the fact reminded me of Twilight. But checking the Twilight covers, this is clearly not that font. So I have no idea what wires my brain is crossing. The curlicues are Bergamot Ornaments.

The body text is Garamond, 10pt, with 10pt spacing, which is frankly too small and too close together. :( I actually started this ages ago and it just took me forever to finish - nowadays I tend to use 11pt Garamond with 14pt spacing, which is much less cramped.

I put all the author's notes toward the back, marking the chapters. And then I put this lovely public domain ship at the end. You know, because of the pirates. (I'm not a graphics person.)

A nice pic of the endband. I'm very glad to have moved to premade ones, because I can just stick them on and get on with the binding! The hinges are a tad too small but I think I have finally learned my lesson on that score.

What I've cleverly not shown here is that I absolutely CHEWED UP the edges of my copy trying to trim them. I think I need to give up on trimming because I can't seem to make the chisel sharp enough to do it and I have yet to get a remotely satisfactory result with a box cutter.

#bookbinding #my bookbinding #ofmd #fic rec

[mindblowingscience]

Two private companies announced Friday a partnership to release mosquitoes across the Caribbean bred with a bacterium that blocks the dengue virus as the region fights a record number of cases. Orbit Services Partners Inc., a company registered in Barbados, is partnering with Verily, a San Francisco-based health technology company, for the project. The companies have been meeting with government officials in the region in hopes of launching the project early next year, said Orbit chairman Anthony Da Silva. It would target nations including Barbados, Guyana, Jamaica, St. Kitts & Nevis, St. Maarten, St. Martin, Suriname, Dominican Republic and Haiti.

Continue Reading.

#Science #Ecology #Dengue #Carribean #Bugs #Mosquitoes

[lynnslittlelife]

Hi! Im really enjoying all of your works so far!💗 I was wondering if you could write something sweet for Diavolo with a little reader? Thank you so much! If not that’s totally okay too.💗

I'm happy you're liking my stories!!! I love writing these little space stories, so I'm really happy other people are liking them too! Dia is actually so sweet...underrated demon for sure.

Thank you for requesting <3 enjoy!!!

Word Count: 1,137

It was date night…well as close to date night as was possible of you and the King of the Devildom. You could feel yourself slipping a bit, but tried pushing it off for a while since you didn’t always get much time with your boyfriend. Sure, Lucifer and Barbados were there and they were well aware of your little space, but a meeting was going on. Now was not the time to be little! 

You weren’t able to pay attention anymore, and played with your food with the fork in your hand. The colors of the food were so silly! The greens and browns making a funny color and the cream of the others…maybe now was the time for an art project. You were so focused on making a little drawing with your food you didn’t hear everyone stop talking to look and see what you were doing. Lucifer looked like he knew it was time to go, and nodded once Diavolo waved him away. 

Lucifer stopped by you and patted your shoulder a couple times, and that got your attention. You looked up and saw Barbados trying to hide his laughter, and Dia was looking at you as if you were his whole world. It made you smile back, but then your small bit of big-brain was rearing its head. “I’m sorry daDIA!” You tried to catch yourself but it was too late. Instead it made a funny word, which made you and the two demons laugh. Even Barbados was laughing, which he didn’t do often. 

“I’ll be taking my leave, then, young master. We can discuss the meeting in the morning.” He waved at you and left, leaving you and Diavolo alone in the dining room. His head rested in his hand as he idly swung his fork in his hand, not caring much about the food anymore. You always were his main priority, but Barbados usually made him focus and discuss his duties as the king. 

“I sorry…I didn’t mean to…” You couldn’t think of the word, and started to feel bad for putting a halt to their meeting. You looked down at your masterpiece of food, and avoided eye contact with him. But it wouldn’t work for long, he always had a way to draw you to his eyes. Just as he did now. 

As silent as could be, he strolled over to look over your shoulder at your artwork. “It’s beautiful! It’s…a cat? And a house?” He tilted his head and looked deep in thought, trying to figure it out. That look always made you giggle, and you leaned up to pull him down so his head was on your shoulder. Even little, you knew your strength was no match for him. But he’d play along every time. 

“Nu uh! It us and the castle!” You pointed, and giggled even harder when he placed random kisses on your shoulder and neck. “Daddy! Stop it! It tickles!” But he did far from stop. Instead he picked you up with ease and cradled you to his side. You tried to get back at him, and place kisses where you could reach. 

“You deserve all the kisses I have to offer ten fold!” He held you out in front of him, and looked serious which only made you giggle more after hearing such an affectionate declaration. “But…I have a request for you.” He leaned forward and booped your nose with his and held it there. “Can you…call me that again?” 

Now you were just confused. “Daddy?” You pouted and said, “I calls you daddy all the time!” If you could cross your arms while he was holding you like this he would. Instead you pouted and waited for him to reply, mirroring his serious gaze to the best of your abilities with that pout still on your face. 

“No, no. Your little mistake. It was cute, I just want to hear it again.” He hummed and looked at you, waiting for you to remember. If you even did. He would sit there and wait for as long as it took, but the slip up was so cute and did still sound like his “name”. Both of them. A name he’d want to hear you say time and time again. 

“Uh…” You thought long and hard before making an “A-HAH!” Sound and smile as wide as you could “DaDia!” You laughed as he spun you around, laughing even louder than you somehow. It was so silly, but oh so cute. Just spinning around until you begin to feel dizzy. 

“That’s it! That’s what you should call me!” He stopped when you looked a little paler. “Oh! Sorry dear!” He sat right on the floor where you had spun just prior. “I got a little excited there!” He sat you in his lap, holding you firmly in his grasp. “Say it…just one more time?” This time he pouted childishly, which was extremely funny in this situation to you, so you laughed of course. “Pleeeeeease?” 

“DaDia! DaDia!” You laughed loudly, and he joined in as well. “I love my DaDia!” You reached for his face and made the smile he already had wider. Your laugh was like music to his ears and he reached for your face right back as you both made each other smile through the laughter. 

After a while, you were feeling tired and let out a big yawn. “Oh? Getting tired from all the fun we’ve been having?” He laid down there, right on the floor and pulled you on top of him. He closed his eyes and you giggled at how silly and fun he could be. “Sleep well, dear.” He faked snoring and you laughed. 

“Nooo! DaDia! Bed! Bed time!” Trying to tell him you wanna sleep in the bed as you laughed. You poked his face as he continued to “snore” and he opened one eye. 

“Oh? Morning already? There’s a lot we have to do today!” He sat up and winked at you, only to continue when you pouted, “I know, I know dear. I wouldn’t dare make you sleep on the floor.” He stood with ease, carrying you in his arms to your bedroom. “I suppose a nap won’t hurt, but not for too long! Don’t want you to stay awake all night before bed!” 

As you laid down, and he followed, he held you close. He was ready for a nap, himself. Even if he didn’t NEED to sleep, he wouldn’t miss cuddling with you for anything. Just as you liked it, he wrapped his wings around you to feel even closer to you. As he tended to do, he whispered a story to you until you fell asleep, and whispered your favorite words to hear from him as sleep overcame you. 

“I love you so much baby.” 

#daddy! diavolo x little! reader #diavolo x reader #x reader #sfw agere #sfw little post #agere #little! reader #sfw littles #little space #gn reader #obey me diavolo x reader #obey me x reader

[mangledscrimp]

Hershey Headcanons!!

(totally not projecting at all)(I’m projecting a LOT))

If you can’t read it very well;

Hershel Layton!

•He/Him ; (Bi flag)

•Afro-Latino ( 🇵🇷 ( Puerto Rico) & 🇧🇧 (Barbados) )

• 5’1 (short king)

• enjoys reading murder mystery novels for the plot twists (Randall told him about them)

•Lets Randall win in fencing just to see the smile on his face

• LOVES herbal teas ( his favorite is Belle Classic)

• Raised with Frank Sinatra blasting in the house (liked the music but HATED how loud it was)

• Fidgets with his fingers and can’t sit still (yes, ADHD)

I have so muuuchhh more hcs for Hershel but I couldn’t write them all, if anyone wants em send an ask (pleaseee)

(maybe i’ll do more…idk yet _(:3 」∠)_

#my art #professor layton #pl #hershel layton #professor hershel layton #mangledscrimp art tag #I LOVE HERSHEL SO MUCHSHSH #professor layton headcanons

[passionateabteverything]

I wanted him dead, now I wish he were alive

Blackbeard x Stede Bonnet fanfic

Summary:

"Say the name again." Ed stabbed his dagger in the wooden barrel that served them as a table. "And be sure you're remembering correctly."

The storyteller dropped his bottle and his friend spilled his drink over himself as he flinched.

"I– I swear I'm only repeating what I heard from the Windward Islands!"

"Who died?" Ed growled.

"Bonnet! Some bloke named Stede Bonnet," whimpered the man, his eyes following the tip of the dagger as it approached his throat. "He was a wealthy landowner from Barbados, that's what they say. I don't know more, swear it on my life!"

Ed put away his dagger.

He turned away from the two men and stalked back through the market.

*

What would happen if Ed caught wind of Stede's death and spent several days thinking they parted ways without ever saying goodbye?

Inspired by a post from @izzys-focking-resignation abt Stede pulling a fuckery on Ed (can't find the post sorry)

#our flag means death #ofmd #ofmd 2 #ofmd fic #fanfic #ao3 #ed x stede #stede bonnet #ofmd stede #blackbeard x stede #edward x stede #edward teach #blackbeard #blackbonnet #gentlebeard #ofmd edward teach

[pizzapasta23045]

Honestly, it's kinda tragic that Kael*c happened in a way.

Because God damn, it's almost like ragbros fans, more in the past than currently, had to overcompensate by insisting on Kaeya's status as an adopted kid and as a Ragvindr.

And don't get me wrong, he is a Ragvindr, he is adopted. But... Honestly it feels like a lot of people that consume ragbros content just want/expect Kaeya to abandon his entire heritage and be done with it.

Like, Kaeya resents his father, that's an established thing in lore. But he still goes out of his way to keep pieces of papers he wrote and describes him as grieving.

Like sometimes I will be reading a fanfic and Kaeya's bio father is portrayed as an asshole weirdo who... Idk, very heavily physically abuses him or similar shit. And, as far as we can tell, that's not the kind of bad parent he was.

Like, you don't need to make him worse than what he seems to be. He's already a pretty lackluster parent.

(And I understand some of it is projection from people with abusive bio family, I understand that and I'm not gonna fault people for coping through fanfics, you know? I'm just moderately annoyed that I can't find a Kaeya's bio dad who is characterized how I like him, have your fun.)

But, to me, it sometimes feels like they make Kaeya's biological dad an abusive ass motherfucker just so they don't have to acknowledge that he's... Basically a survivor of a genocide. Both of them are.

And that the Ragvindr, while they are good people and all that shit, are heavily associated with the person that committed said genocide. Like, Kaeya choosing their side is siding with Mondstandt, which is siding with Barbados who, as far as we can tell, either was complicit in or directly helped said genocide happen.

#kaeya alberich #alberich clan #kaeya's father #crepus ragnvindr #diluc ragnvindr #ragbros #khaenri'ah #it's kinda funny how many people acknowledge the whole 'our last hope' thing without acknowledging the fact that the genocide happened #like yeah sending a child as a spy is a shitty thing and all that but they were fucking nuked by the gods #and as far as we can tell cannot acknowledge the fact they are Khaenri'ahn nowadays #genshin impact #textpost

[nakeddeparture]

Barbados. Hope Building Project - Three More Managers Resigned? Santia Bradshaw and Tony Hoyos - She’s giving her man work?

https://youtu.be/qOeQqnFZP7g

Santia Bradshaw may be the weak link in all of those favors being handed out, and all of those ‘charity’ checks in her inbox.

Is your Deputy Prime Minister Santia Bradshaw on the take? Have your say. Naked!!

Like/share/comment/subscribe on YouTube (it costs you nothing). Press the notification bell 🔔. NEW WhatsApp #[phone]

#tony hoyos #Santia Bradshaw #hope housing project #managers resign #naked departure #barbados #Youtube

[lou-struck]

Gingerbread Walls

Barbatos x reader

Day 18: Gingerbread Walls

25 Days of Ficmas Masterlist

~Barbatos would like some assistance making a dessert from the Human world

The day has been surprisingly boring for you. All of your classes have been canceled for the day because of some urgent staff meetings. And all the brothers are out running errands for the demon lord‘s latest party.

You offered to help, of course, but after a little seasonal bout of sickness. Diavolo told you he would not be having you do anything strenuous. Even though you have been fully recovered for over a week.

With nothing else to do, you lay on your bed and stare up at the ceiling.

It’s then your DDD buzzes. Setting up embarrassingly quickly, you grab the device. Barbato’s chibi contact image stares back at you and you see he sent you a message.

Hello MC, I do hope you’re feeling better. If you are feeling up to it, you should join me at the castle. I have a project you might have fun with.

You finally have something to can do. You spring from your bed and text the Butler that you will be at the palace shortly.

~

The castle is abuzz with lesser demons setting up for the party. After being greeted by who you think is Little D #6 hauling a crate of demonus for the fountain, you learn that Barbatos is in the kitchen waiting for you.

Weaving your way through the crowds, you push open the doors to see Barbados leaning against the kitchen counter, crossing off things on his to-do list. His dress shirt is rolled up to his forearms and a cute black apron is wrapped around his waist.

When he sees you, his brilliant green eyes light up and he gives you a thankful smile. “MC, I’m glad you could join me. You can give your hands a wash in the sink and I laid out an extra apron for you.”

“I hope I didn’t make you wait too long,” you say, running your hands underneath the warm water from the kitchen sink. “What is it you need my help with? “

“Don’t worry, Little Rose, you are earlier than I expected you to be," he smiles. " I wanted to ask for your help in making a holiday dessert for the party. The Young Master wanted a treat from the human realm called a gingerbread house.”

"I'd be happy to help you Barbatos." you grin at the handsome butler. "What have you gotten done before I arrived?"

His chest puffs up proudly as he takes your hand in his own and leads you to the other side of the kitchen. "I have already baked and formed the walls of the house," he says, gesturing to the massive sheets of cookies cooling on the rack. "But what puzzles me is that the directions do not specify how to decorate it."

"Oh, I see," you say, glancing at the bowls of candy conveniently laid out close to the sheets. Everything one needs to decorate a gingerbread house is right in front of you and yet, the most competent demon in all the Devildom seemingly is having trouble putting all the clues together. Glancing over to the Demon in question, you see he has an almost boyish blush on his face and he can't meet your eyes.

"I can't keep anything from you MC, can I?" he says guiltily.

"You didn't really need my help after all," you tease, playfully nudging him on his shoulder.

“It’s always welcome though, My Dear, but I admit I’ve been a little selfish.” 

“How so?” You goad 

“I Wished to have you to myself today. And I figured decorating these gingerbread walls would be a good excuse to do so.” He admits.

“I see,” you say, feeling flustered by his sudden candidness. “But what about the party?”

He looks at you warmly, taking his ungloved hand and cupping your cheek. “There is no need to worry. I have made all the necessary preparations for the event. We have more than enough time to enjoy ourselves with this little project.”

“Alright then,” you say, plucking a purple gumdrop from one of the candy bowls and tossing it into your mouth. “Then I guess we should get started then.”

you reach for another Sweet, but Barbados grabs your wrist.

 “Careful now. I only accounted for a little bit of snacking.” He teases, eating the one he snatched from you and giving you a green one that matches his eyes.

As you choose, you begin to construct the house. Piping a layer of sticky icing between the two walls.“ I wonder if I’ve been a bad influence on you.” You say, holding the cookies in place.

“I believe it’s the other way around. I am the demon after all. “he smiles, melting a few clear candies to act as window panes for the house. “You… are the sweet, innocent human I am corrupting.” 

His voice is syrupy sweet and sends shivers down your spine. But he continues to expertly decorate the house as if his words aren’t meant to fluster you.

His decorating skills are amazing. He works as if he is a machine, placing everything on the cookies equally with a steady hand.

Candied wreathes and sugary chimneys are constructed before your very eyes. But all you can watch is Barbatos, he moves with such precision, pulling off creative feats without so much as an out-of-place breath.

“Are you enjoying yourself? “he asks, playing with a few wisps of candied smoke from the chimney.

“I just think you’re amazing, that’s all.” You smile.

“You're sweet,” he laughs as a light blush appears on his cheeks. “Perhaps even sweeter than this candy. Tell me, do people actually eat gingerbread houses or are they more of a decoration?”

“It depends. Sometimes people eat them. But what I usually see happening is that children will break off the candy from the house and eat it until it’s just stale gingerbread left.” You explain thinking back to the last time you made a gingerbread house. “But if you made it, I would gladly eat the cookie itself.”

“Well thank you,” he smiles, looking at the finished product.

“Wow, it looks amazing. Almost too good to eat.” You say, looking at the Hallmark-worthy treat in front of you.

His lips turn from a proud smile to a bit of a pout. “does this mean you don’t want to eat it? I was planning on hiding it away for us to share after the party.”

“I was only joking Barbatos,” you say quickly. “I’d love to share it with you.”

“Hmm, I don’t know if you mean it.” He coos, taking the dessert off of the table and placing it on a tray with the dozens of other treats for tonight’s event. “Perhaps if you dance with me at the party, I’ll know for sure.”

You smile knowingly and admire the gingerbread walls that tower above all the other confections. The Butler has given you that feeling of helpful less you have been lacking in the past weeks and a date…

#obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me x reader #obey me x you #obey me imagines #barbatos fluff #barbatos x mc #barbatos x reader #obey me barbatos x reader #barbatos x you #obey me barbatos #barbatos x y/n

[iishmael]

Global Reading Challenge: 109/200

A personal reading project, where I endeavour to read a book from each of the 193 United Nations member states plus 7 extra* ones. My main goal is to have fun and to learn, but I do have rules for myself:

The book should be fiction, and preferably a novel. I allow plays and poetry, but non-fiction only as the very last resort

The author should have the nationality of their country. If they have lived a good portion of their life there and genuinely represent the local culture, then it's ok if they've been born somewhere else

I want to read books that represent the local literary tradition. Preferably a "classic", a book that illustrates the local culture, or a book that is famous within the country. I avoid popular and contemporary fiction, and books that play outside of the country.

*Extra states have been determined based on UNESCO membership and personal interest where I want to read more books from. This is not a political statement.

The List

Afghanistan: Atiq Rahimi - Earth and Ashes

Albania:

Algeria: Albert Camus - The Stranger (FR)

Andorra: Teresa Colom - Mlle Keaton et autres creatures (FR)

Angola: José Eduardo Agualusa - The Book of Chameleons

Antigua and Barbuda

Argentina: JL Borges - Fictions

Armenia: Raffi - The Fool

Australia: Doris Pilkington/Nugi Garimara - Follow the Rabbit-Proof Fence

Austria

Azerbaijan

Bahamas: Telcine Turner - Woman Take Two

Bahrain

Bangladesh

Barbados

Belarus: Uladzimir Karatkievich - King Stakh's Wild Hunt

Belgium

Belize: Zee Edgell - Beka Lamb

Benin

Bhutan

Bolivia

Bosnia and Herzegovina

Botswana: Bessie Head - Maru

Brazil: Paulo Coehlo - The Alchimist

Brunei Darussalam: K.H. Lim - Written in Black

Bulgaria: Elias Canetti - Komödie der Eitelkeit (GER)

Burkina Faso: Norbert Zongo - Le parachutage (FR)

Burundi: Samoya Kirura - La femme au regard triste (FR)

Cabo Verde: Germano Almeida - The Last Will & Testament of Senhor da Silva Araújo

Cambodia

Cameroon: Francis Bebey - King Albert

Canada: S. Alice Callahan - Wynema: A Child of the Forest

Central African Republic: Étienne Goyémidé - Le dernier Survivant de la caravane

Chad: Told by Starlight in Chad - Joseph Brahmin Seid

Chile

China

Colombia

Comoros: Ali Zamir - A Girl Called Eel

Congo

Cook Islands*: Kauraka Kauraka- Oral tradition in Manihiki

Costa Rica: Carlos Luis Fallas - Mamita Yunai (Die Grüne Hölle, GER)

Côte D’Ivoire

Croatia

Cuba

Cyprus: Kyriakos Charalambides - Selected Poems

Czech Republic: Jan Neruda - Prague Tales

DPRK (North Korea)

DRC

Denmark

Djibouti

Dominica: Jean Rhys - Wide Sargasso Sea

Dominican Republic

Ecuador

Egypt

El Salvador: Horacio Castellanos Moyà - Le bal des vipères (FR)

Equatorial Guinea: Trifonia Melibea Obono - La Bâtarde (FR)

Eritrea: Helen Berhane - Song of the Nightingale

Estonia

Eswatini: Malla Nunn - A Beautiful Place to Die

Ethiopia

Fiji: Rajni Mala Khelawan - Kalyana

Finland

France: Pierre Louys - Aphrodite: Ancient Manners

Gabon: Daniel M Mengara - Mema

Gambia

Georgia

Germany: Thomas Mann - Buddenbrooks

Ghana: Ayi Kwei Armah - The beautiful ones are not yet born

Greece

Greenland*: Knud Rasmussen - Eskimo Folktales

Grenada: Merle Collins - The Colour of Forgetting

Guatemala: Miguel Angel Asturias - Strong Wind

Guinea: Camara Laye - The Radiance of the King

Guinea Bissau: Abdulai Sila - The ultimate tragedy

Guyana Haiti

Honduras: Froylan Turcios - El Vampiro (SPA)

Hungary: Arthur Koestler - Darkness at Noon

Iceland

India: Rabindranath Tangore - The Home and the World

Indonesia

Iran: Sadegh Hedayat - The Blind Owl

Iraq: Andrew George - The epic of Gilgamesh

Ireland: James Joyce - Dubliners

Israel

Italy: Italo Calvino - If on a Winter's Night a Traveller

Jamaica: Andrew Salkey - Hurricane

Japan

Jordan: Amjad Nasser - L'ascension de l'amant (FR)

Kazakhstan

Kenya

Kiribati: Teresia Teaiwa & Vilsoni Hereniko - Last Virgin in paradise

Kosovo*

Kuwait

Kyrgyzstan: Chingiz Aitmatov - Jamila

Laos: Outhine Bounyavong - Mother's Beloved

Latvia

Lebanon

Lesotho

Liberia: Bai T. Moore - Murder in the Cassava Patch

Libya

Liechtenstein

Lithuania: Vingas Kreve - The Herdsman and the Linden Tree

Luxembourg: Norbert Jacques - Dr Mabuse der Spieler (GER)

Madagascar: Jean-Joseph Rabearivelo - Traduit de La nuit (FR)

Malawi

Malaysia

Maldives: Abdullah Sadiq - Dhon Hiyala and Ali Fulhu

Mali

Malta

Marshall Islands: Kathy Jetnil-Kijiner - Iep Jaltok: Poems from a Marshallese Daughter

Mauritania: Moussa Ould Ebnou - L'Amour Impossible (FR)

Mauritius

Mexico: Mario Bellatín - Beauty Salon

Micronesia: Emelihter Klieng - My Urohs

Monaco: Louis Notari - La légende de Sainte Dévote (FR)

Mongolia: Galsan Tschinag - Die Karawane (GER)

Montenegro: Petar II Petrovic Njegos - The Mountain Wreath

Morocco: Abdellatif Laâbi - Le bâpteme chacaliste (FR)

Mozambique

Myanmar

Namibia

Nauru: Nancy Viviani - Nauru, phosphate and political progress

Nepal

Netherlands

New Zealand: Witi Ihimaera - The Whale Rider

Nicaragua: Rubén Dario - Azul… (SPA/ENG)

Niger

Nigeria: Chinua Achebe - Things Fall Apart

Niue*: John Puhiatau Pule - The Bond of Time: An Epic Love Poem

North Macedonia

Norway: Henrik Ibsen - A Doll's House

Oman

Pakistan: Jamil Ahmad - The Wandering Falcon

Palau: Hermana Ramarui - The Palauan Perspective: a poetry book

Panama: Ricardo Miró - Las Noches de Babel (SPA)

Palestine*: Ibrahim Nasrallah - Prairies of Fever

Papua New Guinea: Vincent Eri - The Crocodile

Paraguay

Peru: Mario Vargas Llosa - In Praise of the Stepmother

Philippines

Poland

Portugal

Qatar

Republic of Korea

Republic of Moldova

Romania

Russian Federation: Leo Tolstoi - The Death of Ivan Ilyich

Rwanda

Saint Kitts and Nevis: Caryl Philips - Cambridge

Saint Lucia: Derek Walcott - Omeros

Saint Vincent and the Grenadines

Samoa: Albert Wendt - Leaves of the Banyan Tree

San Marino: J. Theodore Bent - A freak of Freedom: or, the Republic of San Marino

Sao Tome and Principe:

Saudi Arabia

Senegal

Serbia

Seychelles: Antoine Abel - Coco Sec (FR)

Sierra Leone

Singapore

Slovakia: Milan Rúfus - Strenges Brot

Slovenia: France Prešeren - Poems

Solomon Islands: John Saunana - Cruising Through the Reverie

Somalia: Hadraawi - The Poet and the Man

South Africa: JM Coetzee - Disgrace

South Sudan: Nyuol Lueth Tong - There is a country

Spain: Miguel de Unamuno - Abel Sanchez and Other Stories

Sri Lanka

Sudan

Suriname

Sweden: August Strindberg - The Red Room

Switzerland

Syrian Arab Republic: Ibn al-Nafis - Theologus Autodidactus

Taiwan*

Tajikistan: Shavkat Niyazi - At the Foot of Blue Mountains: Stories by Tajik Authors

Thailand

Timor-Leste: Xanana Gusmão - Mar Meu

Togo

Tonga: Epeli Hau'ofa - Tales of the Tikongs

Trinidad and Tobago

Tunisia: Albert Memmi - The Pillar of Salt

Turkey

Turkmenistan: Magtymguly - Poems from Turkmenistan

Tuvalu: Neil Lifuka - Logs in the current of the sea

Uganda: Okot p'Bitek - Song of Lawino & Song of Ocol

Ukraine: Andrey Kurkov - Death and the Penguin

United Arab Emirates

UK: Virginia Woolf - Mrs Dalloway

United Republic of Tanzania

USA: John Steinbeck - Grapes of Wrath

Uruguay

Uzbekistan: Abdullah Qoqiriy - Bygone Days

Vanuatu: Grace Molisa - Black Stone

Vatican City*: Andrew Graham-Dixon - Michelangelo and the Sistine Chapel

Venezuela

Viet Nam

Yemen: Abdul-wali - They die strangers

Zambia

Zimbabwe

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