Mark Gevisser examines the personal, political and social issues of transgender identity in America.
‘There were rules to the game. I could not lose my virginity and I had to be careful not to let a boy go further than I wanted to.’
‘She shifts, half in shadow. Whatever else, she's certainly a child. No one is with her.’
‘Outside on the cold air, flames moved and divided and swarmed the sky. And Sims felt alone in a wide empire, removed and afloat, calmed, as if life was far away now, as if blackness was all around.’
‘But as I read on a napkin once, between the idea and the act a whole kingdom lies. And I had a hard time with my acts, which were oftentimes offender's acts.’
‘I was dying to buy something, anything that would help my wife and children understand the profound surrealism and warped reality I’d experienced on my research trip to North Korea.’
Mnemosyne, Teen Taals, and Tottenham Court Road
‘Music is a puissant recaller of time past; music is memory's sister and for its very life relies on memory to hold in our minds the passage of sounds through time.’
‘Hara had stumbled on a kind of play, as if they were sisters left alone by their parents for the first time to explore the different ways a day could be deconstructed.‘
How to Get Over Someone You Love
‘Would you like to come with me for some / old-fashioned inconclusive combat?’
‘It just seemed like the right thing to want, the right thing to do.’
‘It was scarcely worth noticing at first; an out-of-work lying under one of the rare indigenous shrubs cultivated by the Botany Department on the campus.’
The Cage of You
‘They treated their bodies like some exotic animal they’d found fast asleep, beings they needed to wake to truly know.’
The Highway of Brotherhood and Unity
‘Back in 1989, we thought the new world opened up by the breaching of the Berlin Wall would be ruled by philosopher kings, dissident heroes and shipyard electricians.’
The Third Dumpster
‘Finally, though, it couldn’t be helped; their parents came for a visit. They looked around stupefied.’
Jenni Fagan | My Writing Playlist
Best of Young British Novelist Jenni Fagan selects five songs that she loves to write to.
Sanjay Nagar Blues
‘motorcyclists like to howl / and dogs drop bulging bags of garbage / from their mouths when they see other dogs / they want to mount’
The Bees that Disappeared
‘It was during this period that I got to know K, one of the local mailmen.’
‘The kitchen telephone would ring and it would be Gustavo Stroessner, the General's son, bellowing in that strange accent down a fuzzy line from Brazil, like an unruly fictional character nagging for a larger part in the plot.’
Do Fish Feel Pain?
‘Our mistake in this debate is to think that these issues can be resolved by science and ethics and the passing of nice clear laws’.
Seven Days in Syria
‘I had come to Syria because I wanted to see a country before it tumbled down the rabbit hole of war’
The House by the Gallows
‘Along with religion, an unthinking nationalism had become the other god of Pakistan.’
Mark Haddon | Podcast
‘Sean finds a log to use as a shooting gallery and sends Daniel off in search of targets.’
The First Winter of my Married Life
‘Our ears were soon as sensitive as a skinless arm, and we spoke in whispers, registered the furtive drip of remote taps.’
What Were You Dreaming?
‘And I'm careful what I say, I tell them about the blacks, how too many people spoil it for us, they robbing and killing, you can't blame white people.’
India! The Golden Jubilee: Introduction
‘I first went to India twenty years ago as a reporter.’