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The Comrades and I
Mona Abouissa
Mona Abouissa on her experiences with Egyptian communists, and the role they played in Egypt before 1952, when they were excised from official history.
Russia on the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown
Liza Alexandrova-Zorina
‘The Russian people suffer from a victim complex: they believe that nothing depends on them, and by them nothing can be changed.’
Relinquish
Kazim Ali
‘I haven’t learned very much in my life, I’ve just become a more / Choreographed disaster’
Fat Time
Jeffery Renard Allen
‘Six feet of man, muscled up perfect, game to the heart.’ New fiction from Jeffery Renard Allen.
The Scream
Djaimilia Pereira de Almeida
‘That supremacist is the idea, in those brothers and sisters of mine, of shyness (which no one understands) being an encumbrance that they should purge as they try to find in their interaction with the world a perfect mixture of disdain, meekness and expansiveness.’
Fourth Person Singular
Nuar Alsadir
‘The wet in the air is like signal anxiety: life is about to / change.’
Clown School
Nuar Alsadir
Political resistance, poetry, self-revelation all spring from that provocative, impish drive to burst free from external constraints.
Summer
Molly Antopol
‘Maybe you heard about the sticks of dynamite he set along military rail routes, waiting for them to spark and explode.’ New flash fiction from Molly Antopol
The Secular World
Nadeem Aslam
‘There is no lack of talent in this country. All we lack is decent leaders.’ Pakistan’s secular world runs against fundamentalism in Nadeem Aslam’s latest novel, The Golden Legend.
Between Great Fires
William Atkins
‘This is the perennial anxiety – that at any moment, day or night, you might be snatched and shackled and tried and sent back.’
The Martians Claim Canada
Margaret Atwood
‘Mushrooms have long memories. Some of them are thousands of years old. However, they are not always very talkative.’
4 3 2 1: Overture
Paul Auster
‘According to family legend, Ferguson’s grandfather departed on foot from his native city of Minsk with one hundred rubles sewn into the lining of his jacket’