Kathmandu, 1983. I was eighteen. In the Office of Controlled Immigration where my three school friends and I extended our visas, billboards shed notices like autumn leaves – photos of missing persons, stolen passports, wanted men: drug traffickers, art thieves, fraudsters, lost souls. One night Ch…
Isis in Darkness
Margaret Atwood presents a man pining for his lost love over decades.
Do Not Say We Have Nothing
An extract from Madeleine Thien‘s Man-Booker shortlisted novel.
Zulu Romeo Foxtrot
Douglas Coupland on rock-star font Helvetica.
In Sight of the Lake
A women looks for control in a story by Alice Munro.
A mildewed dystopia from Camilla Grudova.
‘The history of human thought, she would sigh despairingly, was nothing more, after all, than an arduous dream.’
‘You can decide, whenever you like, that what you feel is no kind of love.’
Words and the Word
Miranda France on how C.S. Lewis and T.S. Eliot redrafted the Anglican Book of Common Prayer.