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A Travelogue Review by Scherezade Siobhan

A Travelogue Review by Scherezade Siobhan

I land at Heathrow and am met by my blistered checked-in bags. Somewhere between Muscat and London, Oman Air had managed to transfer our luggage...

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“These German Romantics and their thinly veiled asceticism!”

“These German Romantics and their thinly veiled asceticism!”

All writing is personal. How could it be otherwise? People spend what is most precious—their lives—doing it.

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Soaring, Flying

Soaring, Flying

At one point, Flights’ narrator finds herself gazing at a sarira, a fleck-like relic that sometimes remains after the cremation of the corpse of a Buddhist spiritual master, and wonders...

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The Mail Coach

The Mail Coach

The mail-coach, as the national organ for publishing these mighty events, thus diffusively influential, became itself a spiritualised and glorified object to an impassioned heart...

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What To Expect When You’re Expecting Revolution

What To Expect When You’re Expecting Revolution

Sandberg had covered for the firm as it, among other ethical offenses, employed a Republican opposition-research that used the time-honored anti-Semitic dog whistle...

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Biography as Novel: A Look at Cavafy in Love

Biography as Novel: A Look at Cavafy in Love

Constantine P. Cavafy’s sexuality (1863-1933) was a paradox. While he composed daring homoerotic verse, he wrote very little about his own erotic life.

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Candy Intake

Candy Intake

When I was an undergraduate way back in the ’80s, colleges and universities tended to treat creative writing classes like candy; too many would make you sick and weak.

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The Fall is into Technology

The Fall is into Technology

When I think of technology, of thinking about technology, I recall Norman O. Brown, Marshall McLuhan and John Cage. Jessica mentions none of them...

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Joseph Conrad on Books

Joseph Conrad on Books

“I have not read this author’s books, and if I have read them I have forgotten what they were about.” These words are reported as having been uttered in our midst..

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Rachel Howard: Thirty-Eight

Rachel Howard: Thirty-Eight

The other day a card arrived: a picture of mother, father, and child, teeth bared, cheeks pulsing with fresh blood. The baby looks more like him, with that nearly translucent-white skin.

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Truffling Perfumes

Truffling Perfumes

While writing my master’s thesis on DeLillo’s Underworld, I reached a strange level of intimacy with the book.

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Ed Simon: Reading Walter Raleigh’s Poetry of Blood

Ed Simon: Reading Walter Raleigh’s Poetry of Blood

Raleigh is often remembered as a dignified refugee from the Elizabethan world of courtier scholars, who was abandoned by a Stuart monarchy...

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“What rhymes with love?”

“What rhymes with love?”

My personal failed attempt at adolescence: too fat to comfortably fit in the largest (read: not that large!) female band uniform, hopeless awkwardness that manifested itself as a torrent of marginally funny jokes...

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‘I wanted to carve it out of me’

‘I wanted to carve it out of me’

Instead of approaching the material with the detached view of a historian or anthropologist, Yoon’s A Cruelty uses empathy and poetry to dramatize the traumas the comfort women have suffered.

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Scott Manley Hadley: My Father, From A Distance

Scott Manley Hadley: My Father, From A Distance

My father is slowly dying of Parkinson’s disease, and has been for over ten years. I have never been close to him, and now I never will be...

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M. Munro on Fred Moten

M. Munro on Fred Moten

by M. Munro Blackness is the nonexcluded middle with a right to (refuse) philosophy. —Fred Moten All Fred Moten’s books – from his first monograph, In the Break: The Aesthetics of the Black Radical Tradition, up to and including the final volume of the trilogy consent not to be...

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‘Trees, a field, and sky’

‘Trees, a field, and sky’

A couple of years ago I was living in Knebel, down by Mols. My window had a view of trees, a field, and sky. I carried on long conversations with that view

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