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Power Metals
Nicolas Niarchos
‘The city, which is home to more than 300,000 people, is collapsing into the millions of shallow, square holes that have been cut into the ground.’
Nicolas Niarchos on mineral extraction in Manono, the Democratic Republic of the Congo.
The Material
Camille Bordas
‘Rehearsing in front of the mirror was for actors, according to them, not comedians. It was for vain people. A good comedian was the opposite of vain, they said.’
Fiction by Camille Bordas.
Podcast | Andrew O’Hagan
Andrew O’Hagan
‘The world comes down on your head if you don’t tell people what they already believe to be true.’
Andrew O’Hagan on truth, journalism and fiction.
Aishwarya Rai
Sanjana Thakur
‘The shelter houses one hundred and fifty women who used to be or long to be or have no choice but to be Mothers.’
Fiction by Sanjana Thakur.
Dite
Reena Usha Rungoo
‘She collected stamps when she was younger, then switched to books, degrees, and – when she moved abroad – white lovers.’
Fiction by Reena Usha Rungoo.
The Devil’s Son
Portia Subran
‘He was prone to what he did call adventures, like if he had an irrepressible pull to wander every trace and tributary contained in Chaguanas.’
Fiction by Portia Subran.
What Burns
Julie Bouchard
‘Seven thousand forest fires are currently burning – fires which, under normal circumstances, would never even cross your mind.’
Fiction by Julie Bouchard, translated by Arielle Aaronson.
A River Then the Road
Pip Robertson
‘In good weather they went camping, meaning they slept in the station wagon with the seats down flat, in a car park at a forest or beach.’
Fiction by Pip Robertson.
Sinking Town
Amitava Kumar
‘The town’s fate was tied to poor development and ecological disaster.’
Amitava Kumar visits a Himalayan town.
Feminisms
Nikki Shaner-Bradford
‘We figured some facts might quell the speculation. It was our duty as friends to put her mind at ease.’
Fiction by Nikki Shaner-Bradford.
Brat
Gabriel Smith
‘There was a red patch, and what looked like a slightly raised piece of dead skin in the centre of my chest. Just to the right of where I assumed my heart was.’
An extract from Gabriel Smith’s novel Brat.
You Are the Product
Paul Dalla Rosa
‘I have a pathological addiction to the internet, which I indulge with the excuse of making art. It rarely translates to anything good and mostly leaves me overstimulated and afraid.’
Paul Dalla Rosa on excess and the internet.
