Memoir, reportage and fiction including Isabel Hilton in a Chinese factory, Luc Sante on serving his time in the working class and a strip by Joe Sacco on a group of Chechen refugees
‘What was it like to work in such a place?’
‘Visiting a factory was one thing; working in one quite another.’
‘The atmosphere in the house was thick with my father's depression.’
‘Q: When is a factory not a factory? A: When it’s a chocolate factory.’
‘I was fated to work in a factory.’
'In October 2002 I travelled to the Russian Republic of Ingushetia to see how the people who had fled were faring.'
From the street, the factory housing the Frederick Cooper Lamp Company is not as ugly...
‘The city has defied many plans for its regeneration and its centre is a dispiriting mess’
‘I’m miscarrying a pregnancy, she said, when the spasm seemed to have passed.—It’s a fine mess.’
‘The Dobermann Club was run by a strong-voiced ex-army man who brooked no nonsense.’
‘It seems to me that at the age of thirteen, I had already developed the cynicism of a seventy-year-old dictator.’
For Bloomsday, James Joyce and Adolf Hoffmeister argue about a Czech translation of Finnegans Wake in a rare and intimate interview from 1930.
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