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Crocodiles and Fairy Dust

Janice Galloway

‘I admit the sneaking feeling, just now and then, that those who govern us think we’re the problem.’

We’re Not in This Together

Janice Galloway

‘Abstain was the only advice we were getting.’

Physics and Bonkology

Janice Galloway

‘Sex Education, like winning the pools, was something that did not happen to us.’

This is Not About Me

Janice Galloway

‘My mother thought I was the menopause.’

The Politics of Grief

V. V. Ganeshananthan

‘It is a way of humiliating people, to say that their dead are not dead, to say that people are not even allowed to mourn.’

Language In Exile

Mireille Gansel

One summer’s day, for the first time, Mitzi broached the past. Past in the present, so present, with everything it had deposited in this room that suddenly seemed so vast. Everything that the grim tide deposits on the shores of a life.

An Open Letter to Mbeki

Petina Gappah

‘You are human, Mr Mbeki, and are therefore prey to the resentments and obstinacies that plague the mere mortal.’

Best Book of 1982: The Years of Lyndon Johnson

Beth Gardiner

Beth Gardiner on why volume one of Robert Caro’s The Years of Lyndon Johnson series is the best book of 1982.

Exhale

Beth Gardiner

‘After all my travels, I can see now what I couldn’t when I started. In the suffering pollution brings, there is also the glimmer of a different future, its outlines visible through the haze.’

Actus Tragicus

Sir John Eliot Gardiner

‘Bach devises an ingenious symmetrical structure to underpin in music the theological division between Law and Gospel. ’

Terminology

Callie Gardner

‘In Iris, they speak a language with a hundred pronouns.’

The Error World

Simon Garfield

‘She said that the stamp gave her palpitations.’

Bogotá, Colombia

Roger Garfitt

‘Driving along la Séptima, the main road into the centre of Bogotá, we find ourselves blocked by a high-speed convoy.’

Summers in Norfolk

Roger Garfitt

‘I watch her arms as she moves about the room, almost in love with their colour.’