The Silent Majority of Cape Town
‘Next to Mandela sat Allan Boesak, the ANC candidate for premier of the Western Cape province. Great is thy faithfulness, indeed, I thought.’
The Getaway Lunch
‘I found a seedy hotel not far from the station, where you would expect to find one.’
Suite in Dark Matter
‘When her eyes adjust to the dark she sees it is full, so full: the lights from long dead stars churn elliptics, spiral with dying vibrations and decaying harmonics.’
‘His room is as he left it, furnished with a carpet, a spinning wheel, a low white table, a mattress and cushion.’
‘The nun beside me on the helicopter this morning had a tight, self-righteous face.’
‘Fred was the type whose worldview gazed through a shadow of things that could go wrong, like most of the South Philly lifers.’
How to Get Over Someone You Love
‘Would you like to come with me for some / old-fashioned inconclusive combat?’
‘At nine o’clock the man leaves the flat dressed in an elegant salmon-pink dress’.
Ali Fitzgerald | Notes on Craft
Notes on crafting a graphic memoir from Ali Fitzgerald.
Our Lives are Only Lent to Us
‘The two cultures are complementary but in the way that death is to life.’
‘When I sleep, I dream of Will standing on our bed, flicking a whip against our faces. He draws blood.’
‘Back in 1976 when I was sixteen, my uncle, the novelist Edmund White, rescued me from the messy aftermath of my parents' divorce and brought me to live with him in New York’.
To Thine Own Self Be True
‘If Shakespeare’s characters stand for anything, it’s for a slipperiness of identity.’ David Flusfeder on a dog named Shakespeare.
Vinyl Road Trip
After an unexpected email, David Flusfeder heads to Detroit to discover his father’s history and the world of vinyl manufacturing.
The Last Shopkeepers of London
‘It became a kind of mission to find contemporaries of theirs that weren’t closing down, establishments that have continued to flourish, or at least endure.’
‘Wildlife foundations find themselves calling for the deaths of tens of thousands of wild animals.’
Black Rot and Mildew
‘a look I’d managed to accessorize / with raw dermatological distress.’
‘Syllables are excised by / X-Acto, fed into a shredder / for good measure.’
White Men’s Boats
‘Deo Gratias stood on the deck of the Liemba with his prisoners at his feet. I leaned on the rail, studiously casual.’
Room After Room
‘Her heart is kept in a room with a very expensive security system.’
I’ll Come Later Tomorrow
‘all in black, her arms raised in the air, their shadow sketching some malign bird I couldn’t recognize’
A Scale Model of Gull Point
Trapped in a revolving restaurant during an American revolution, Shel VanRybroek turns to tin-foil sculpture.
‘Every sect needs jargon. We did not have churches, we had halls; services were called meetings; the congregation was the assembly; elders were overseers’
Lake Like a Mirror
‘If she’d swerved any harder, she would have crashed right into the lake.’ New fiction by Ho Sok Fong, translated from the Chinese by Natascha Bruce.
Plus tard, ils me diront comme tu étais un grand homme. Un savant. Un érudit de la chasse.
‘Language is a risk that a nation takes. If a language survives, its people do too.’ Translated from the French by David Homel.
El Salvador: An Aide-Mémoire
‘Between 1978 and 1981 I travelled between the United States and Salvador, writing reports on the war waiting to happen, drawing blueprints from memory, naming the dead.’
'Our relationship, in fact, hasn't seemed to need more attention to theme or direction but has proceeded or at least persisted on autopilot, like a small plane flying out over a peaceful ocean with no one exactly in command.'