Jonathan Raban
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Jonathan Raban & Helen Gordon
‘The term ‘man of letters’ now seems hopelessly archaic, but I’d like to think there’s still life left in the notion of the writer who’s just a writer.’
Essays & Memoir | Issue 102
Bad Land
Jonathan Raban
‘What the bottom line always comes to is the old two a.m. cry: We can’t go on living like this.’
Essays & Memoir | Issue 102
Mississippi Water
Jonathan Raban
‘I flew to Minneapolis, rented a car and followed the river downstream for a thousand miles.’
Fiction | Issue 102
New World (Part Four)
Jonathan Raban
‘Sleep has disassembled the self: it will take patience to rebuild a person out of the heap of components in the bed.’
Fiction | Issue 102
New World (Part Three)
Jonathan Raban
‘To my eyes, airplane always looked impertinently casual on the page; it robbed the amazing machine of its proper mystery.’
Fiction | Issue 102
New World (Part Two)
Jonathan Raban
‘It was how Europeans had always seen American nature – as shockingly bigger, more colourful, more deadly, more exotic, than anything they’d seen at home.’
Fiction | Issue 102
New World (Part One)
Jonathan Raban
‘At first sight the ship was bigger than the dock in which it floated, a whale sprawled in a hip-bath‘.
Essays & Memoir | Issue 102
Cyclone
Jonathan Raban
‘It began as a vacuum in the atmosphere, far out over the Atlantic. Trying to fill itself, it set up a spinning mass of air, like a plughole sucking water from a bath; but the faster the winds blew, the more the vacuum deepened.’
Essays & Memoir | Issue 102
Sea-Room
Jonathan Raban
‘As it was, it did at least put a precise figure on the complaint from which I’d been suffering for the last few months: I was just six degrees and one minute out of kilter with where I was supposed to be.’