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Things That Dream

Brian Dillon

‘Kate Bush’s “Running Up That Hill” might well be the greatest record to feature the Linn drum sound.’

Brian Dillon on the legacy of drum machines.

TonyInterruptor

Nicola Barker

‘Insofar as value for money is relevant to art, that audience – an attentive audience, a great audience – were determined to get it.’

Fiction by Nicola Barker.

Two Poems

Mary Jean Chan

‘Can I be myself now? I ask / my parents in a dream.’

Two poems from Mary Jean Chan’s collection Bright Fear.

Three Poems

Elvis Bego

‘you notice / that some‬ of these men / are full of passionate music / while others pain your ears’

Poetry by Elvis Bego.

Notes on Craft

Natasha Calder

‘What strikes me most, though, is how writers and climbers share an appetite for failure.’

Natasha Calder on bouldering.

Two Poems

Rae Armantrout

‘Sleep is my boyfriend, / my mother, my boss.’

Two poems by Rae Armantrout.

Oceans Away From My Homeland

Agnes Chew

‘At the entrance to the gynaecology clinic, I ring the bell.’

Fiction by Agnes Chew.

Lech, Prince and the Nice Things

Rue Baldry

‘I spend the afternoon scarifying ceilings. My neck and shoulders are killing me by the time I leave.’

Fiction by Rue Baldry.

Jealous Laughter

Joanna Biggs

‘She could not make me see my best qualities, but she could sit with me.’

Joanna Biggs on literary friendships between women.

Podcast | Claire-Louise Bennett

Claire-Louise Bennett

‘I want the reader to be conscious of reading and not being just drawn into the book and forgetting themselves and forgetting their life.’

Claire-Louise Bennett on her novel Checkout 19.

The Cloud Factory

Graeme Armstrong

‘There’s this paradoxical nostalgia where even though yi suffered, yi miss it.’

Memoir by Graeme Armstrong.

A Certain King

Jennifer Atkins

‘I didn’t think she was happy; I thought she was in love, but I didn’t know what that told me, if it told me anything.’

Fiction by Jennifer Atkins.

The Hair Baby

Sara Baume

‘She has been ten for a month and she does not like it. She carries the weight of her extra digit like a chain-mail vest.’

Fiction by Sara Baume.

A Dying Tongue

Sarah Bernstein

‘What needs explaining was that, and it was a funny thing, a very funny thing, I did not speak the language.’

An extract from Study for Obedience by Sarah Bernstein.