Neil Steinberg

Issue 49

Jonathan Raban

‘What the bottom line always comes to is the old two a.m. cry: We can’t go on living like this.’

Roy Robins

‘This conflation of hard-nosed realism and bright-eyed idealism has confused the aims of the award.’

Sigrid Rausing

John Siddique

‘He hands me my inheritance: a box of conversations. Fragments of memory, blank spaces, things which there are no words for.’

Owen Sheers

‘It’s been said more than once during this US presidential campaign that the rest of the world should be allowed a vote as well.’

Issue 44

Paul Theroux

‘He was such a darter he seldom stayed still long enough for anyone to sum him up.’

Jim Ruland

‘When one of the fishermen starts belting out ‘All My Rowdy Friends Are Coming Out Tonight’, it feels like a prophecy come to life.’

Issue 94

Jeremy Treglown

‘The effect is brutal and frightening, and rightly so.’

Issue 27

Eugene Richards

‘I saw cuts, burns, broken limbs, heart attacks, and then, what's inside the human body.’

Issue 130

Samanth Subramanian

‘There are clubs like the Breach Candy Club all over the Indian subcontinent: relics of the Raj, institutions that were set up as bolt-holes for the British, where they could retreat to row or swim or play cricket or race horses.’

Issue 67

Larry Towell

A photoessay on the Mennonite colonies of Mexico and in Canada.

Issue 93

Lucretia Stewart

‘It’s almost impossible to describe how it feels to believe in God. There really aren’t words elevated enough to explain it.’

Issue 129

Will Self

Striking the keys of the same typewriter that once sat under J.G. Ballard’s fingers, Will Self reimagines the legendary writer’s last days.