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Bebe Ashley

‘I don’t want to lie to you but I don’t want to tell you the truth either.’

Poetry by Bebe Ashley.

Introduction

Sigrid Rausing

‘I came to the magazine in 2005 and took over the editorship in 2013.’

Sigrid Rausing introduces her last issue.

Reports from the Front: Winter 2023

Peter Englund

‘I repeat: the landscape of war is an acoustic landscape.’

Peter Englund on the war in Ukraine, translated from the Swedish by Sigrid Rausing.

Family Meal

Bryan Washington

‘It’s a paper bag filled with pastries. Chicken turnovers.’

An extract from Family Meal by Bryan Washington.

Cairo Song

Wiam El-Tamami

‘I see this everywhere. The creativity, resourcefulness and incredible talent for improvisation in Egypt.’

Wiam El-Tamami on returning to Cairo.

Plainsong

Suzie Howell & A. K. Blakemore

‘Postures of graceful receptivity, or surrender. How do we tell the difference?’

A.K. Blakemore introduces Suzie Howell’s photographs.

The Index of Porosity

Adam Mars-Jones

‘Is there in fact a jostling for dominance between the art forms, some barely suppressed competitiveness?’

Adam Mars-Jones on music and ceremony.

One Day It Will all Make Sense

Tabitha Lasley

‘It occurs to me then that he has not invited me for dinner, but my alter ego from the page.’

Tabitha Lasley on writing and dating.

Animal Rescue

Martha Sprackland

Will it die? he asks.’

A poem by Martha Sprackland.

A Report on Music in Ukraine

Ed Vulliamy

‘Nights at the opera in Ukraine – where everything, including every kind of music, has changed.’

Ed Vulliamy on music in Ukraine.

Journal Excerpts 1997–1999

Lydia Davis

‘gormandizing, gluttonous, lickerish, guttling’

Excerpts from Lydia Davis’s diary.

Once a Dancer

Diana Evans

‘What happens to a dancer when they stop dancing?’

Diana Evans on dancing and writing.

We’re Not Really Strangers

Sama Beydoun

‘The people I’ve photographed made Beirut liveable.’

Sama Beydoun photographs the nightlife of Beirut.

Soundscapes of Phnom Penh

Anjan Sundaram

‘From my bronze-painted balcony, I chronicled the sounds of Phnom Penh’s private industry.’

Anjan Sundaram on the sound of corruption in Cambodia.