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Mama’s Last Hug
Frans de Waal
‘Watching behaviour comes naturally to me, so much so that I may be overdoing it.’
Two Poems
Jenny Xie
‘Colors unstudied where human activity hasn’t yet / congealed’
Two new poems by Jenny Xie.
Yena
Che Yeun
‘Close, the way any two girls around here grow close, because there isn’t much else to do, and anyone who makes you forget how little there is to do, anyone who makes your heart race, is someone you suddenly cannot live without.’
Short fiction by Che Yeun.
The novel
Jack Underwood
‘Only they don’t know / that this silence is what they yearn for.’
A new poem by Jack Underwood.
This time
Jack Underwood
‘I’m going to give them a linear sense of time, just one direction, all the way!’
A new poem by Jack Underwood.
Best Book of 1987: The Door
Hannah Williams
‘Szabó offers a veneration of the rituals of the everyday, for how pride in what we do, in how we give to others, can elevate us.’ Hannah Williams on The Door by Magda Szabó, the best book of 1987.
Ludmila Ulitskaya | On Europe
Ludmila Ulitskaya
‘It seems clear to me that during the past ten years, Russia has reached the apex of its estrangement from Europe.’ Translated from the Russian by Polly Gannon.
Six Kilometres
Adam Weymouth
‘Migration will not stop: if there is a single lesson to be taken home from Lesbos it is that.’
How to Take a Literary Selfie
Sylvie Weil
Sylvie Weil on what it means to take a literary selfie. Translated from the French by Ros Schwartz.
