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Hell and Night
Noelle Kocot-Tomblin
‘The implication of Iago’s silence is that there is no hope for his redemption’ Noelle Kocot-Tomblin on ‘Othello’.
Maly Trostinets
Joseph Leo Koerner
‘It was also mainly Viennese Jews who, between 6 May and 10 October 1942, were murdered in Maly Trostinets. Tens of thousands of Jews from elsewhere died there too, together with Soviet soldiers, Belarusian citizens, both Jewish and Christian, and partisans.’
Khalid
Alex Kotlowitz
‘Early one morning in July 2003 I was woken by a phone call from a young man who I’d known since he was twelve.’
Chris Kraus on Kathy Acker
Chris Kraus
Chris Kraus discusses her new biography, After Kathy Acker, which looks at the life and work of the artist twenty years after her death.
The Fashion of Kathy Acker
Chris Kraus
An extract from Chris Kraus’s new biography, After Kathy Acker.
Comfort Woman
Erika Krouse
Erika Krouse on her work as a private investigator. ‘An escort service was providing prostitutes for football recruits, directly solicited by the university.’
Bookshelves: John Berger in My Family Album
Amitava Kumar
‘The contours of the family arranged on the bookshelf shifted.’
Pyre
Amitava Kumar
‘In more ways than one, the rituals of death had reminded me that I was an outsider.’
Paris or Prague?
Milan Kundera
‘May in Paris was an explosion of revolutionary lyricism. The Prague Spring was the explosion of post-revolutionary scepticism.’
Somewhere Behind
Milan Kundera
‘There are periods in modern history when life resembles the novels of Kafka.’
A Kidnapped West or Culture Bows Out
Milan Kundera
‘But since Europe itself is in the process of losing its own cultural identity, it perceives in Central Europe nothing but a political regime; put another way, it sees in Central Europe only Eastern Europe.’
The Story of a Variation
Milan Kundera
‘I have often heard it said that the novel has already exhausted all its possibilities. I have the opposite impression: that in four hundred years of existence the novel has missed many of its opportunities: it has left many great opportunities unexploited, many roads forgotten, many calls unheard.’
