You can taste the clay

Hilary Mantel

I call it a travelling icon. It is slate, heavier than it looks: dull brown in colour, a little longer and wider than the palm of my hand. On one side, roughly incised, a crucifixion, and on the other a Madonna and Child. It is a triptych. On the fold-out doors are saints and patriarchs. They have b…

Letter From Pondicherry, India
The Paris Intifada