‘He merely desired to unpick her from the snag of what seemed vaguely to him to be her femininity.’
The apartment was small. It lay in the basement of one of the new giant chalets that were going up around the edge of the village, six-storey structures fancifully clad in varnished yellow pine that stood at angles to one another in the dirty snow like oversized doll’s-houses. Their apartment was …
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Ariel Saramandi on her experience teaching in a lycée in Mauritius.
Fiction by Sidik Fofana, set in the South.
Kevin Maxwell on the police in the UK.
Morgan Parker and Rachel Long in conversation.
Poetry by Danez Smith, author of Don't Call Us Dead.
An extract from Kudos, the final novel in Rachel Cusk’s trilogy, following Outline and Transit.
‘War is a narrative: it might almost be said to embody the narrative principle itself.’
‘It was right after he was born that I started looking at paintings.’
‘The effeteness of a small number of King's students was fascinating to me at first, then repellent, and before long completely uninteresting. They dressed in peculiar clothes, talked in silly voices and appeared to me to be living caricatures of the human race. At times I longed for some familiar ordinariness and found it with boys from other colleges who introduced me to football and pool and pubs.’
