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To That Silence, I Told Everything
Xiao Yue Shan
‘To survive, difference was something that had to be mastered.’
Xiao Yue Shan on migration, absence and discovering a library at the end of the world.
The Antigua Journals (What Is a Homeland)
Chanelle Benz
‘I am used to not belonging; it is, you could say, my brand.’
Chanelle Benz on reuniting with her father in Antigua.
The Golden Record
Caspar Henderson
‘The two copies of the Golden Record were shot into space nearly fifty years ago.’
Caspar Henderson on music sent into space by NASA.
Ordinary People
Richard Eyre
‘Is it courage? Is it stoicism? Is it wilful lack of imagination?’
Richard Eyre on family histories and what it means to be ordinary.
A Light Bird
Maylis de Kerangal
‘Her voice survived her, in recorded form, indestructible, in the form of a light bird.’
Fiction by Maylis de Kerangal, translated by Jessica Moore.
City by the Sea
Kalpesh Lathigra & Max Ferguson
‘The homogeneity of cities is a form of madness, but it’s also comfortable because it’s a recognisable madness.’
Kalpesh Lathigra on Mumbai, artistic perspective and moving away from neutrality.
The Last Place We Were Happy
TaraShea Nesbit
‘Our daughter had been born one month early, unbreathing. My husband and I drove to the last place we were happy.’
Memoir by TaraShea Nesbit.
Through the Smoke, Through the Veil, Through the Wind
Roger Reeves
‘In the middle of disaster, we made the unimaginable – joy.’
Roger Reeves on loss, memory and the legacy of slavery.
In Conversation
Constance Debré & Chris Kraus
‘It was a bit like Saint Augustine and his conversion.’
Constance Debré and Chris Kraus on queer identity, casual sex and the politics of refusal.
Owlish
Dorothy Tse
‘Here one minute, gone the next.’
Notes on Craft
Aidan Cottrell-Boyce
‘The whole episode is a miracle and much of the miracle is in the muscles of Carmela’s face.’
Aidan Cottrell-Boyce on craft, nuance and The Sopranos.
Two Poems
Tim Liardet
‘Head up, / head down, it strolled ever so slowly out of the frame / with the suggestion of a limp. Extinct as an umbrella.’
Poetry by Tim Liardet.
I Won’t Let You Go
Hiromi Kawakami
‘I have no idea why I felt so drawn to the mermaid, but the pull was irresistible.’
Fiction by Hiromi Kawakami, translated by Allison Markin Powell.
Dazzling
Chịkọdịlị Emelụmadụ
‘I saw it all. Nobody here gives children ear, so I saw everything just by being quiet and doing like I dinor see.’
An extract from Dazzling by Chịkọdịlị Emelụmadụ.
What You Need From the Night
Laurent Petitmangin
‘Fus was twenty-five, he wasn’t a kid. What was he doing hanging out with fascists?’
An excerpt from What You Need From the Night. Translated from the French by Shaun Whiteside.
The Flesh Strip
Adrian Van Young
‘No person or doll had anatomy like that. It was, she reasoned, some mistake, a dud in the assembly line, but something about it felt special, auspicious.’
A story by Adrian Van Young.
Hungry Ghosts
Kevin Jared Hosein
‘This was no longer a fight, Krishna realised. This was a point of no return.’
An excerpt from Hungry Ghosts by Kevin Jared Hosein.
In Conversation
Pico Iyer & Caryl Phillips
‘The immigrant’s dream – that he or she can make a better life for the children – becomes a kind of tragedy when it comes true.’
Pico Iyer and Caryl Phillips discuss migration, V. S. Naipaul and the meaning of home.
Tantrum
Lucie Elven
‘When I looked back, I felt a jolt – some forgotten, tearful part of me becoming magnified. Why would you stay with a person wielding a broom or an axe?’
New fiction from Lucie Elven.
Moving Nowhere Here
Kimberly Campanello
‘I am afraid to say we are all / progressing or regressing / down a more or less screwy road / found on a very old map / until / we are going Nowhere.’
A poem by Kimberly Campanello.
Trembling
Maru Ayase
‘I always felt this way whenever a fresh stone grew inside me.’ A story by Maru Ayase, translated from the Japanese by Haydn Trowell.
Brutes
Dizz Tate
‘It was a Saturday and we had nothing to do like every other day of our lives.’
An extract from Brutes by Dizz Tate.
Three Poems
Seán Hewitt
‘I looked away, ashamed, / then raised my hand / to the hawthorn / and plucked its fruit.’
Poetry by Seán Hewitt.
Notes on Craft
Lee Lai
‘I’ve loved experiencing the page as a map, as something to be wandered across.’
Lee Lai on the function of page and panel in comics.
Self-Replicating Textual Worms
Lucy Mercer
‘Sometimes, it is better to not know what is behind the veil, decode the sign.’
Lucy Mercer on motherhood, emblems and obscurity.
Two Poems
Eleni Sikelianos
‘in the animal mirror my incisors / were not fangs but surely / they could still tear / meat’
Two poems by Eleni Sikelianos.
Two Poems
Fee Griffin
‘I went to Enid’s funeral and there was a mole on the coffin and it seemed / aware of us but unconcerned.’
Two poems by Fee Griffin.
The Premonitions Man
Hanif Kureishi
‘The man died as Arnold predicted. It kept happening, and it was disconcerting, terrifying, like being possessed or going mad.’
A new story by Hanif Kureishi.
Touch Me Like One of Your Island Girls: A Love Story
Megan Kamalei Kakimoto
‘Was the sunburn part of the shtick? she wondered while the video continued to play.’
A story by Megan Kamalei Kakimoto.
Notes on Craft: Does this Count?
Ben Pester
‘Is the act of complicating a perfectly nice daydream a craft?’
Ben Pester on the craft of imagination.
Love, Leda
Mark Hyatt
‘It’s terrible to be young, always randy; one needs material.’
An extract from Love, Leda by Mark Hyatt.
