A few days before I left Luanda, I was taken by American friends to dine in a black-market restaurant. We ate at outside tables in a little enclosure on the street. The clientele all looked more or less as if they were black-market profiteers themselves. We were sitting right next to the rail that f…
Europe in Ruins
Our favourites from 2016
Why We’re Post-Fact
Peter Pomerantsev on the move to post-truth politics.
Violence in Blue
Statistician Patrick Ball on the unprecedented number of police homicides in the United States.
The Raingod’s Green, Dark as Passion
Kevin Barry remembers writing in Cork.
Coming to America
‘As a child in Germany I knew next to nothing about America’.
The Extravagance of the Italians
‘Of course, I learned long ago that this absurd adventure was my own fault. If I tell my Roman friends about it, they listen with amusement but also with admiration and alarm in their laughter.’
‘Where emotions are suppressed and actions monitored, acting only becomes ubiquitous, and so convincing that we even trick ourselves.’