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‘How to explain this resolve to write, this firm unwavering intent to become a writer on the part of someone who may not even really care for books?’
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‘The anglophone world, we have to infer, has run out of words for its own feelings.’
Daisy Hildyard on the wisdom of scarecrows.
‘What is the read receipt for?’
Lillian Fishman on texting, power and the ethics of leaving a friend on read.
‘Like pretty much everyone who uses the internet, I have seen many terrible things that I did not search for and that I cannot unsee.’
Rosanna McLaughlin on what the internet thinks she wants.
‘I have a pathological addiction to the internet, which I indulge with the excuse of making art. It rarely translates to anything good and mostly leaves me overstimulated and afraid.’
Paul Dalla Rosa on excess and the internet.
‘rumors of bees on speedwell, / no oxidative stress just / effortless pollination’
Two poems by Sylvia Legris.
Walter Abish was born in Vienna in 1931, moving to America in 1957. Since 1970, he has published six books, including Alphabetical Africa (1974) and How German Is It? (1980) which won the PEN/Faulkner Award in 1981 (both books are published by New Directions). Abish then served on the board of International PEN from 1982-1988, and currently serves as a fellow for American Academy of Arts and Sciences. His most recent work, a memoir entitled Double Vision: A Self Portrait, was published in 2004.
More about the author →‘It took him only a moment to eliminate all doubt. The opportunity was ripe.’
‘I believe in the harmony of my friendship to Gisela rather than in the binding force that the institution of marriage is said to represent.’
‘Every time I tried to write more, it turned out to be a fruitless endeavor – I felt like I was trapped in a sealed room with no windows.’
Fiction by Yu Hua, translated by Michael Berry.
‘I think there should be a National Service of Hospitality. The best way to see the true face of humanity is to serve it a plate of chips.’
Camilla Grudova on bad-mannered customers.
‘My instinct often is to swerve, to try to commit to some kind of reversal on received logics and see how far I can go with it.’
Rachel Kushner on the mystery of prehistory and the true depth of a cave.
‘She smelled of liquor, and death, and veal.’
Fiction by Munir Hachemi, translated by Nick Caistor.
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