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The Trickster Creates the World
'A Q&A session exploring the writing process with novelist Eden Robinson, her muse Marvin and myself, Fictional Eden Robinson'
Kent Will Tear Us Apart
All the Devils Are Here was cursed with the status of a cult classic. It’s a book that people who’ve read it, especially writers, can never forget.
Han Suyin: A Friendship
'Han Suyin, elegant postcolonial diva avant la lettre, icon of the new, nonaligned Asia, thorn in the side of the dying British Empire and the American Right.'
Webs of Fiction
‘The complexity of stories is not singularly reliant on an abundance of words.’
All the Devils Are Here
‘A seaside shelter in the middle of autumn – it seems a strange choice.’
Equal Recognition | Discoveries
In an article for the LA Review of Books, Deborah Smith discusses the politics of literary translation and the backlash she received after winning the Man Booker International Prize.
‘Didn’t we remember lyrics fine before we had the internet in our pockets?’ Danny Denton on the lost art of sing-songing.
Best Book of 1996: The Lost Lunar Baedeker
‘Mina Loy has been a preferred voice in my head, echoing with a signature delirious chant as a kind of primordial poetry mother.’
Souvankham Thammavongsa | Notes on Craft
‘When I look at a word, I can see the thing inside it. The ear inside heart.’
Round-Up 2017 | Editor’s Picks
We've put together a round-up of our favourite pieces from 2017 – stories, essays, readings, poetry and extracts from some of the best novels of 2017.
Best Book of 1990: Anecdotes of Modern Art
‘If I tell you a book is an encyclopedic and fast-paced tour of the interrelationship of making art and being in pain, need I say more?’
Best book of 1936: Locos
Ingrid Persaud on why Felipe Alfau’s Locos is the best book of 1936.
Best Book of 1969: Pricksongs & Descants
Lisa Taddeo on why Robert Coover’s Pricksongs & Descants is the best book of 1969.
When We Fight, We Have Our Children With Us
‘We are all politically involved whether we like it or not, and children are already on the frontlines.’
Anosh Irani | Notes on Craft
‘The interiority that we keep speaking of in fiction is built on pain’
Mountains Don’t Know Borders
‘In the Balkans, the present is often perched precariously on top of the past.’
Doubling and Redoubling | Discoveries
Photographs, e-fiction and daylight saving time. Our favourite pieces published elsewhere this week.
Letter to Razan Zaitouneh
PEN International’s Day of the Imprisoned Writer – we stand in solidarity with writers who have suffered persecution exercising their freedom of expression.
Ten Books that Changed the World
Martin Puchner on ten books that have changed the course of world history.
Mary O’Donoghue | Notes on Craft
In this new series, we give authors a space to discuss the way they write – from technique and style to inspirations that inform their craft.
‘They joked about how tough they’d be by the time they got home.’
Writing While Worried
‘Just as it can spur me on, worry is adept at stifling and silencing.’
The Book Tree
‘I dreamed of dictionaries. I crammed myself with liquorice, honeymoons, caramels.’
What is it that hurts?
‘Our visibility and our affirmation as a people is established through our language.’
The Canada Pictures
‘In the year leading up to this I started collecting objects that, in some way, evoked a sense of Canadianness in me.’
‘Language is a risk that a nation takes. If a language survives, its people do too.’ Translated from the French by David Homel.
Écrire Avec Facultés Affaiblies
Comme il a grandi, j’ai pensé, puis j’ai passé la débarbouillette sous l’eau tiède du lavabo de la salle de bain.
L’Arbre aux livres
En ce temps si proche, Dieu était partout et personne ne pouvait l’assassiner.
Plus tard, ils me diront comme tu étais un grand homme. Un savant. Un érudit de la chasse.
Political resistance, poetry, self-revelation all spring from that provocative, impish drive to burst free from external constraints.
The File: Lost Then Found
‘Even for those of us who feel we have integrated our history, there can be fragments, like shrapnel, that push to the surface without warning.’