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Ian Jack, Remembered

Sigrid Rausing

‘We will miss him.’

Sigrid Rausing remembers Ian Jack.

Notes on Craft

K Patrick

‘I don’t know anything except my own body. When writing poetry, that’s the only place I can start from.’

K Patrick on writing the queer body.

Tuna

Katherine Rundell

‘“Dolphin safe” labels on our tins are reckoned among marine scientists to mean next to nothing.’

Katherine Rundell on tuna and extinction speculation.

A Strange Kind of Western

Rebecca Rukeyser

On seasonal work in Alaska and Kelly Reichardt.

Boys, Barricades, Beaches

Jack Parlett

On the queer history of New York’s Fire Island.

Introduction

Sigrid Rausing

‘Our theme of conflict is internal as well as external.’

The editor introduces the issue.

Talk America

George Prochnik

An excerpt from George Prochnik’s forthcoming memoir.

The Moving Target of Being

Suzanne Scanlon

‘When I was in the hospital, the belief in “recovered memories” was at its peak.’

Suzanne Scanlon on the shifting parameters of illness.

A Place that Belongs to Us

Daniel Trilling

‘The notes belong to you, said the guards, but the paper you wrote them on is ours.’

Fragmentary non-fiction by Daniel Trilling.

Signs of an Approaching War

Volodymyr Rafeyenko

‘We were ourselves migrating birds; in a sense, refugees, displaced persons, without a home or a home town.’

Volodymyr Rafeyenko on the war on Ukraine, translated by Sasha Dugdale.

Another Patagonia

Louis Rogers

‘From the sloth skin onwards, In Patagonia is built around scraps and surfaces.’

Louis Rogers on travelling in Bruce Chatwin’s footsteps.

Mothercare

Lynne Tillman

Lynne Tillman on mother love and obligation.

A World Run by Mothers

Saba Sams

‘In all the years I spent dreaming of motherhood, not once did I dream of men. If anything, I expected that romance would be my downfall.’

Saba Sams on the women who raised her, and becoming a mother at 22.

Notes on Craft

Celia Paul

‘A painting is like a letter: they both live in the constant present.’

Celia Paul on writing Letters to Gwen John.