A few weeks after I was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis, I made a pact with dying. I wrote draft suicide notes and planned my ‘exit’; not because I’d lost a chunk of my physical usefulness – most days, I can’t walk more than 200 metres and can’t use my right hand for more than a few ho…
Isis in Darkness
Margaret Atwood presents a man pining for his lost love over decades.
Do Not Say We Have Nothing
An extract from Madeleine Thien‘s Man-Booker shortlisted novel.
Zulu Romeo Foxtrot
Douglas Coupland on rock-star font Helvetica.
In Sight of the Lake
A women looks for control in a story by Alice Munro.
A mildewed dystopia from Camilla Grudova.
Even Pretty Eyes Commit Crimes
‘My father was sitting on my doorstep. He was wearing khaki shorts, his bare head was exposed to the full bore of the sun, and he was holding a pineapple.’
Plus tard, ils me diront comme tu étais un grand homme. Un savant. Un érudit de la chasse.