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Mohsin Hamid | Is Travel Writing Dead?
Mohsin Hamid
‘I have come to believe that we are all migrants, that the experience of migration unites all human beings.’
Monster | State of Mind
Margo Jefferson
‘Today’s a day for you to feel blocked and impeded; a coward in work and love; resenting duty; suspecting pleasure.’
On Jesus’ Son
Eli Goldstone
‘Jesus’ Son is a song, a glorious clear hymn, full of the notes of bad decisions, of rotten fucking luck, of causing real and lasting damage to yourself and to the people around you.’
On the Road
Janine di Giovanni
‘But I still get homesick, that vast and deep pit in the stomach, every time I go away.’
Out of the Cell
Pico Iyer
‘I was inside a silence that was not an absence of noise so much as the living presence of everything I habitually walked – or sleep-walked – past.’
Pico Iyer | Is Travel Writing Dead?
Pico Iyer
‘The writer on place has to go further inward, into the realm of silence and nuance and personal enquiry.’
Reading
David Hayden
‘When you die you revive in the world of the last book you were reading before your demise.’
Revolutions
Jen George
‘Small praise was like a drug for party members, though we used real drugs too, hard ones, drugs that imbued one with the facility for ruthless violence and multiple orgasms.’
Saint Ivo
Joanna Hershon
‘This is where my imagination had gone: frittered away on longing and regret, just like everybody else.’
Sarah Gerard | Five Things Right Now
Sarah Gerard
Sarah Gerard on Leonora Carrington, shoegaze music and gaslighting.
Second Mother
Sinéad Gleeson
‘The cortex shrinks where the cells used to be. The spaces in between expand. Islands in the sea of the mind. An archipelago of the former self.’ Sinéad Gleeson on Alzheimer's disease.
Song for Goliath
Kim Fu
‘I see them as a needlepoint sampler, / flowing script that reads: everyone suffers.’
