Berfrois

December 2016

Colin Raff: Cross-Sections of the False Narcissus

Colin Raff: Cross-Sections of the False Narcissus

Flourishing in the northern provinces, the Balkan False Narcissus (Crinum ponticum) stands out as one of Euxinova’s most notable bulbous perennials.

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Our perspective never changes…

Our perspective never changes…

I think the main reason for my aversion to the theater is the cinema.

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We’ve never been perfect…

We’ve never been perfect…

It’s true enough that my novels were once sunnier places and now the clouds have rolled in. Part of this I chalk up simply to the experience of middle age: I wrote White Teeth as a child, and have grown up alongside it.

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We’ve got stealth plans…

We’ve got stealth plans…

I write out of disarray, from a field of compatriots in disarray. We’re drifting like astronauts, distantly tethered by emails like the one I just got from a friend: ‘i feel like he is making everyone sick, and bipolar.

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Lying?

Lying?

Did the world already end? Did we miss the moment of our own expiration? That seems to be the question we are collectively asking ourselves at this moment through the medium of popular culture.

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Nominalisms Ancient and Modern

Nominalisms Ancient and Modern

If Beckett’s “changing tense” was postmodernism’s last gasp then perhaps it first spluttered into life with the culmination of his great aesthetic transition.

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What are the prospects for Burkinabè politics now?

What are the prospects for Burkinabè politics now?

In late October 2014, hundreds of thousands of people poured onto the streets of Burkina Faso, incensed by Blaise Compaoré’s bid to change the constitution and seek a fifth presidential term.

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The Famous Black Poet

The Famous Black Poet

It was only as a teenager that I thought to ask my parents why they hadn’t been activists, why they’d never joined any protests and fought for the cause.

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Nude Ladies

Nude Ladies

The word “ink” is a child of the Latin incaustum, which means “having been burned.” In the Middle Ages, people thought that ink burned its way into parchment.

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