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A Dynasty of Album Cover Art
Lemi Ghariokwu
‘The music is as powerful as it gets and beneath his knife-edge, cutting sarcasm, Fela’s voice rages.’
Teachers
Sandy Tolan
‘They came from Europe, Palestine and America, drawn by the story of Ramzi and Al Kamandjâti, by the young traveller’s spirit of adventure, and by the desire to use their musical talents for work that could make a difference in the world.’
A Brief History of a Musical Failure
Catherine Tice
‘At the end of the piece, there was silence, followed by a sudden thunder of feet and bows on the stands. A thrilling noise.’
Success
Adriana Lisboa
‘They hadn’t tried them yet but the girls both knew, from the adverts, that Hollywood cigarettes were awesome.’
Lullaby
Mary Ruefle
‘I wasn’t bored, I was relaxed, and, I suppose, happy (I’ve never been able to figure out how happiness feels).’
Helen Mort | Interview
Helen Mort & Rachael Allen
‘I think there’s something seductive and liberating about the way you can create shadowy characters in a poem.’
Passing Place
Helen Mort
‘Stall here and let the world / go past, the way / the world well might / on heather-coloured days like this,’
Ellen Bryant Voigt | Interview
Ellen Bryant Voigt & Rachael Allen
‘I don’t think of music and narrative as being mutually exclusive – some of my poems ARE narrative, and are as ‘sound-driven’ as the lyrics.’
Mario Levrero | Best Untranslated Writers
Juan Pablo Villalobos
‘I knew he was a ‘strange’ writer, unclassifiable, with a boundless imagination, who was creating one of the most intriguing, thought-provoking bodies of work in the Spanish language.’
Juan Pablo Villalobos | Podcast
Juan Pablo Villalobos & Rachael Allen
Juan Pablo Villalobos on class struggle in Mexico, parodying Mexican identity and the difficulty of translation.
Héctor Abad | First Sentence
Héctor Abad
‘Ever since this happened to me, I haven’t really believed in free will.’
Searching for Pavese
Alejandro Zambra
‘Something’s gone awry with this article. My intention was to remember, in his birthplace, a writer I admire, and it’s clear that my admiration has waned.’
