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Confessions of a Middle-Aged Ecstasy Eater
Anonymous
‘A mind is a terrible thing to waste, and there is much being wasted when one deliberately chooses not to explore the ecstasy of its deeper horizons.’
Memoirs of an Anonymous Phone Sex Worker
Anonymous
‘Even though Madame Katherine became dangerous given a few ice cubes and I now knew 101 ways to delight using rubber bands, the novelty of my job didn’t take long to wear off.’
The Public and Private Performance of the Deaf Body
Raymond Antrobus
‘There was always cynicism about Ray being a deaf novelty act.’
Raymond Antrobus on performance, Deafness and Johnnie Ray.
War Letters
António Lobo Antunes
‘I’m doing my best to survive all this, but sometimes I feel so homesick that words simply empty of meaning.’
South of Nowhere
Antonio Lobo Antunes
‘If you and I were anteaters, instead of a man and a woman talking to each other in this corner of the bar, perhaps I would then be able to accustom myself to your silence.’
Chinua Achebe’s Legacy
Ike Anya
‘Who will speak out for us now? Who will ask the hard questions of us and the world that he did?’
People Don’t Get Depressed in Nigeria
Ike Anya
‘He has come to us against the wishes of his family and the village and I feel that I owe him something.’
The University of Nigeria
Ike Anya
‘There is a sense of carnival mingled with outrage, especially for us since this is our first demonstration.’
Ike Anya on universities, financial cuts and student protest.
The Only Way Out Is Through
Hana Pera Aoake
‘Hiding in kumara pits on the side of volcanoes, I was born with an egg inside me ready to be baked.’
A Poet in Cuba
Reinaldo Arenas
‘Perfect totalitarian systems have always been in the vanguard: they modify not only the past and the future, but they also abolish the present.’
The Tension of Transience
Chloe Aridjis
‘How unusual that April night had been, yet how normal it had seemed at the time’
Chloe Aridjis | Portrait of My Father
Chloe Aridjis
‘My father has always said that he was born twice.’