In October 1999, in the KwaZulu-Natal province of South Africa, a young man I’ve named Peter Mitchell was shot to death on his father’s farm at about two o’clock on a Monday afternoon. He was twenty-eight years old, a big, chunky guy, square-faced and blond. In his graduation pictures, he towe…
‘When I think of menopause I don’t think of hot flashes; I am not here to talk about hot flashes.’ Mary Ruefle on menopause.
Urvashi Butalia on the life of transgender Mona Ahmed and her search for a feminine identity.
The Weak Spot
‘Murder class was the new thing, but of course they didn’t call it that. They called it Specialised Life Skills for Girls.’ – Sophie Mackintosh
woman is a construct
‘woman is basically meant / to be a residential complex’ – A poem by Angélica Freitas, translated from the Portuguese by Hilary Kaplan.
Rachel Cusk on motherhood, marriage and separation.
Horror from David Hayden. ‘A shuddering, wordless voice rose in the distance, and another, and another; a chorus, a lament, which ended in a low grunt. There was a coda of sobbing. There was silence.’
‘Apartheid had marked him, as it has marked all of us, in different ways. It made me hyper-aware of colour.’