The photograph on the facing page was taken on January 6, 1967 in the rotunda of Carabanchel prison in Madrid. I am on the left in the white Aran-knit jumper. With me are three Londoners, Jeff on my left and two others whose names have gone from my memory. The man crouching is Alfredo, an Argentinia…
What Franco Did for Me
‘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.
Five are the fingers, and five are the sins
Rebecca Watson on the life of the man who prototyped fascism, the Italian writer Gabriele D’Annunzio
'Childhood felt like a waiting room, a transitory phase between birth and the life we wanted.'
‘This writer does not write among these men who are here because they have lost the plot, lost the thread of their own lives.’