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The Last Place We Were Happy
TaraShea Nesbit
‘Our daughter had been born one month early, unbreathing. My husband and I drove to the last place we were happy.’
Memoir by TaraShea Nesbit.
Through the Smoke, Through the Veil, Through the Wind
Roger Reeves
‘In the middle of disaster, we made the unimaginable – joy.’
Roger Reeves on loss, memory and the legacy of slavery.
In Conversation
Constance Debré & Chris Kraus
‘It was a bit like Saint Augustine and his conversion.’
Constance Debré and Chris Kraus on queer identity, casual sex and the politics of refusal.
Owlish
Dorothy Tse
‘Here one minute, gone the next.’
Notes on Craft
Aidan Cottrell-Boyce
‘The whole episode is a miracle and much of the miracle is in the muscles of Carmela’s face.’
Aidan Cottrell-Boyce on craft, nuance and The Sopranos.
Two Poems
Tim Liardet
‘Head up, / head down, it strolled ever so slowly out of the frame / with the suggestion of a limp. Extinct as an umbrella.’
Poetry by Tim Liardet.
I Won’t Let You Go
Hiromi Kawakami
‘I have no idea why I felt so drawn to the mermaid, but the pull was irresistible.’
Fiction by Hiromi Kawakami, translated by Allison Markin Powell.
Dazzling
Chịkọdịlị Emelụmadụ
‘I saw it all. Nobody here gives children ear, so I saw everything just by being quiet and doing like I dinor see.’
An extract from Dazzling by Chịkọdịlị Emelụmadụ.
What You Need From the Night
Laurent Petitmangin
‘Fus was twenty-five, he wasn’t a kid. What was he doing hanging out with fascists?’
An excerpt from What You Need From the Night. Translated from the French by Shaun Whiteside.
The Flesh Strip
Adrian Van Young
‘No person or doll had anatomy like that. It was, she reasoned, some mistake, a dud in the assembly line, but something about it felt special, auspicious.’
A story by Adrian Van Young.
Hungry Ghosts
Kevin Jared Hosein
‘This was no longer a fight, Krishna realised. This was a point of no return.’
An excerpt from Hungry Ghosts by Kevin Jared Hosein.
In Conversation
Pico Iyer & Caryl Phillips
‘The immigrant’s dream – that he or she can make a better life for the children – becomes a kind of tragedy when it comes true.’
Pico Iyer and Caryl Phillips discuss migration, V. S. Naipaul and the meaning of home.
