In our structures we South Africans tend to declare ourselves quite nakedly, sometimes eloquently, and rarely with dissimulation. There, for all to see, in the geology of what we have built, and of what we have destroyed, are the accretions of our history and the choices we have made.
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‘If the pressure of their life didn’t kill her it made the fight too hard.’
‘Die Hel is a remote valley in the Swartburg Mountains of the south-western Cape.’
‘I tried to work out how many elements I would have plugged if I retired at sixty, and soon I was fatigued before a simple subtraction.’
Fiction by A. Jiang.
‘An enormous black form rose from the water. Uncle Feng told me in a low voice to run fast.’
Fiction by Can Xue, translated by Annelise Finegan.
‘Grief is the aggressive displacement of the self from a known universe to another.’
