Her Left Hand, The Darkness‘I had never before brought anyone to my secret places. And now I was bringing Ursula K. Le Guin.’ – Alison Smith
HomelandRead an excerpt from Walter Kempowski’s Homeland, translated from the German by Charlotte Collins.
BorderlandFiction from the Nobel-prize-winning author Olga Tokarczuk
On Europe | Peter Stamm
Peter Stamm on the Swiss referendum to join the EU.
Esther Rutter on the relationship between writing and knitting.
Dem bones, dem bones, dem dry bones
Edoardo Albert on five archaeological findings that bring the past to life.
Little nothings: Nabokov’s road notes
Elsa Court on the road trips Vladimir Nabokov took during the writing of Lolita.
‘For nearly fifteen years I wrote hundreds of letters that weren't from me. They ranged from perfunctory thank-you notes and expressions of condolence, to extensive correspondence with the great and the good: politicians, newspaper editors, bishops, members of the House of Lords.’
‘Some stories begin with an incident, or a set of enigmatic circumstances, or a scene indelibly witnessed, or the relationship of unlike temperaments, or even something as gossamer as a mood. And then there is the kind of story that is rooted in an idea.’