Malinda (Maali) Almeida is dead. He’s just taking his sweet time working it out. No, he’s not still hallucinating from some “silly pills” a friend might have slipped him; he is well and truly dead, and he has no idea how that came to pass? Maali is—or was—the son of a Sinhalese father and a Burgher mother. A closeted gay man with a gambling problem, he was also a photographer who served many masters during the political upheaval of 1980s Sri Lanka. As a man […]
Being a ghost isn’t that different to being a war photographer. Long periods of boredom interspersed with short bursts of terror.
The Seven Moons of Maali Almeida by Shehan Karunatilaka





