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Mr Wu
Pallavi Aiyar
‘A middle-aged woman in teddy bear-spangled pajamas came hurtling down on a flatbed tricycle.’ Pallavi Aiyar returns to her old Beijing hutong.
How Prayer Works
Kaveh Akbar
‘My brother and I hurried through sloppy postures of praise, quiet as the light pooling around us.’
A new poem by Kaveh Akbar.
Baghdad Diary
Nuha al-Radi
‘Other countries do wrong: look what Russia did in Afghanistan, or Turkey invading Cyprus, or Israel taking over Palestine and Lebanon. Nobody bombed them senseless. They were not even punished. Perhaps we have too much history.’
Twenty-Eight Days in Baghdad
Nuha al-Radi
‘Rumsfeld says everything is improving day by day. I suggest he come live here for a couple of days and then say that.’
Rabih Alameddine | Portrait of My Father
Rabih Alameddine
‘I come from a family that hangs pictures of family on its walls.’
The Ground Floor
Daniel Alarcón
‘I met Darin Rossi standing in a thick, gooey pool of fake blood, on an early-December night in Los Angeles.’
The Provincials
Daniel Alarcón
‘I'd been out of the Conservatory for about a year when my great-uncle Raúl died.’
Lost in Translation
Daniel Alarcón
‘It’s about the music of it. “It’s Hollywood,” Mario said, and assured me the same is true of political speech-making.’
The Inauguration
Daniel Alarcón
‘With few exceptions, presidents do not comment on or even recognize an individual loss like this one; they operate on another scale, and there is no room within their discourse for something so small.’
The King is Always Above the People
Daniel Alarcón
‘It was the year I left my parents, a few useless friends, and a girl who liked to tell everyone we were married, and moved two hundred kilometres downstream to the capital.’
