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Essays & Memoir | Issue 102
Bad Land
Jonathan Raban
‘What the bottom line always comes to is the old two a.m. cry: We can’t go on living like this.’
Essays & Memoir | Issue 102
Mississippi Water
Jonathan Raban
‘I flew to Minneapolis, rented a car and followed the river downstream for a thousand miles.’
Essays & Memoir | Issue 102
Cyclone
Jonathan Raban
‘It began as a vacuum in the atmosphere, far out over the Atlantic. Trying to fill itself, it set up a spinning mass of air, like a plughole sucking water from a bath; but the faster the winds blew, the more the vacuum deepened.’
Essays & Memoir | Issue 102
Sea-Room
Jonathan Raban
‘As it was, it did at least put a precise figure on the complaint from which I’d been suffering for the last few months: I was just six degrees and one minute out of kilter with where I was supposed to be.’