It was like entering another, and more nationalistic, country – like entering France, say, out of Switzerland. The moment I crossed the Red River out of Oklahoma, the nationality of Texas assaulted me almost xenophobically, and I seemed to be passing into another sensibility, another historical ex…
Top Reads of 2019
Her Left Hand, The Darkness
Alison Smith on the week she spent with Ursula K. Le Guin.
Plays Bossa Nova
This surreal tale from Haruki Murakami circles a Charlie Parker album that never existed. Translated from the Japanese by Philip Gabriel.
A monastic community persists after a ‘great chaos and collapse’ in this story by the 2018 Nobel Prize for Literature laureate, Olga Tokarczuk. Translated from the Polish by Jennifer Croft
Two poems from Rebecca Tamás’ collection WITCH.
On High Heels and Lotus Feet
Summer Brennan on high heels, foot-binding, and our ongoing performances of gender.
‘The sea runs through our house – not literally, of course, but metaphorically, or perhaps emotionally.’
Perchance to Pick One’s Nose
‘Shame and regret are certainly not the same things: je ne regrette rien, like charity, can cover a multitude of sins.’