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Airds Moss
Kathleen Jamie
‘It could almost have been Neolithic, an ancient and mysterious earthworks.’
Ali Fitzgerald | Notes on Craft
Ali Fitzgerald
Notes on crafting a graphic memoir from Ali Fitzgerald.
Alicja Gescinska | On Europe
Alicja Gescinska
‘Europe has proved to be at its best when it embraced unity in diversity.’
All That Was Familiar
Abubakar Adam Ibrahim
The story of two women fleeing Boko Haram in north-east Nigeria.
American Maniac
Rafael Frumkin
‘I would peel wrappers off sandwiches, remove noodles from their boxes, fry up meat before any authorities had the chance to track me and my bounty down.’
Among the Tulips
Richard Holmes
‘When young James Boswell arrived in Holland in August 1763 at the age of twenty-two, his first impulse was to commit suicide.‘
An (almost) perfect day
Anne De Gelas
‘I think of the self-portrait as a mirror of all the violence that befalls us.’
An Egyptian in Baghdad
Amitav Ghosh
‘It was exactly three weeks since Saddam Hussein had invaded Kuwait, and miraculously, Abu-Ali, the old shopkeeper, was on his feet.’
An Open Letter to Mbeki
Petina Gappah
‘You are human, Mr Mbeki, and are therefore prey to the resentments and obstinacies that plague the mere mortal.’
An Unfathomable Ship
Uwe Johnson
‘It is the name of an American ammunition ship which went aground in the summer of 1944; as a result the ship sank, since which time only the tips of its derricks and masts and a corner of the bridge are visible.’
Anjali Joseph | First Sentence
Anjali Joseph
‘I kept returning to the Beckett stories, a favourite since I came upon them in my late teens.’
Anosh Irani | Notes on Craft
Anosh Irani
‘The interiority that we keep speaking of in fiction is built on pain’
Another Age
Helon Habila
‘This snapshot of us in the foyer of the MuSoN Hall has come to symbolize a lot of things to me. Our smiles seem to say that the worst for our country is over, we are gazing beyond the camera into a new and brighter future, where we could be poets without fear of arrest, murder or exile. We had cheques worth 50,000 naira and 20,000 naira in our pockets. But above all the picture is a confirmation of my deepest dream, that of becoming a writer.’