Late June, scorched grass and sprinklers, the sky as if scuffed and beaten. Too hot to work, too lazy to think, I’ve knocked off early to play tennis. I’m sitting on the edge of the bed, putting on my trainers, when my son crashes in, a raspberry lolly bleeding in his hands, huge breaths and dis…
Top Reads of 2019
Her Left Hand, The Darkness
Alison Smith on the week she spent with Ursula K. Le Guin.
Plays Bossa Nova
This surreal tale from Haruki Murakami circles a Charlie Parker album that never existed. Translated from the Japanese by Philip Gabriel.
A monastic community persists after a ‘great chaos and collapse’ in this story by the 2018 Nobel Prize for Literature laureate, Olga Tokarczuk. Translated from the Polish by Jennifer Croft
Two poems from Rebecca Tamás’ collection WITCH.
On High Heels and Lotus Feet
Summer Brennan on high heels, foot-binding, and our ongoing performances of gender.
‘One by one they’re led into the box. They swear their oath. They confirm their name, their employment, why they were where they say they were, what it was they saw.’
God and Me
‘My hopes weren’t high, even to begin with, so I felt no bitterness when He didn’t reveal Himself’
When I Last Saw Him
‘When young, we were impatient with our parents: now we want to atone for our callowness, to take measure of them, to understand which parts of them live on in us.’