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The Ard, the Ant and the Anthropocene

Charles Massy

‘I had somehow compartmentalised my mind: nature and my farm landscape stood either side of a deep chasm.’

The Secret Loves of Flowers

Dino J. Martins

‘The flirtations of insects and plants are furtive, hidden and often so brief that if you literally blink you might miss what exactly is going on.’

Oh Latitudo

Amy Leach

‘The supervolcano has a supersecret underneath the surface, magma and hot mushy crystals.’

Kōbō Abe

Thomas McMullan

‘Against the immensity of things, look at what you can grasp, he seems to say. Grasp it tightly.’

Thomas McMullan on the writing of Kōbō Abe.

Paris Desert, Tokyo Mirage

Hitomi Kanehara

‘What I thought was the world yesterday, today I couldn’t even touch its outline.’

Two essays by Hitomi Kanehara.

On Meeting Margaret Busby

Sarah Ladipo Manyika

Margaret Busby was Britain’s first Black woman publisher. At the age of twenty, she was also one of its youngest.

Who We’re Reading When We’re Reading Murakami

David Karashima

‘Luke believes that the early stories might not have been published if the author and translator were uncompromising.’

La Ville Morte

Benjamín Labatut

‘When the day came, even the nuns lay down inside the walls of their cloister.’

The Price of Vagueness in a Pandemic

Eleanor Morgan

‘With each day bringing more confusion as this mysterious virus holds us in its grip, cognitive dissonance is everywhere.’

Tête-à-Tête

Diana Matar

‘The features and expressions were uncannily contemporary. Some seemed to be mirror images of the people I had seen at the protest in Piazza del Gesù.’

Spring

China Miéville

‘That after so many years of feeling that some Event was due, that something vast must surely happen, something vast happened. Is happening.’

The Fascist Within

Vesna Maric

‘Yugoslavia’s ending, in bloodshed, cannot be its only legacy, the only lesson we take away from its existence.’

The Doe

Daisy Lafarge

‘Never uncomplicated, affection between species is the cup of temperance whose waters run in both directions.’

Seeing Things

Emily LaBarge

‘The City of the city is jagged and spiky, tangled, twisted – burned down, paved over, rebuilt, unruly with wealth and poverty side by side, as they have always been.’