She told people she moved back to Nigeria because of “xenophobia,” but it wasn’t all that really. There had been a sort of fragmentation in her soul ever since she had attended her friend’s uncle’s wedding.
Marian Crotty talks to Amina Gautier about the development of her collection What Counts As Love, and the significance of class and place in her writing.
Forcing people to live in a gilded cage in order to harvest their organs and experiment on them: not a particularly original plot for a dystopia, of course, but still a fascinating vehicle for social critique.
These are things my father’s hands touched: lighter, wrench, knife, kittens, a brick.
In Of Darkness, Klougart’s fourth novel, first published in Denmark in 2013, we sense a story of life and death, love and loss, as we read about characters who are denied the embodiment of a name on the page, and about events and emotions that seem to repeat themselves, or perhaps just unfold slowly over time.
She slept all summer and only woke up when it snowed. We’d all spot the first flakes of the season drifting down outside our windows and think to ourselves, Oh good, it’s been so long since we’ve seen Mabel!
Deepak Unnikrishnan’s novel Temporary People begins with a foreword in which he explains how he moved from the United Arab Emirates to the United States.
My collection Freak Weather Stories won the 2016 Grace Paley Prize and was published by Massachusetts Press this November. A few of the stories that wound up in the collection had previously been adapted into films.
It was the birds first. We woke to find them dotting our yards one morning at the end of winter, wings limp, dead, like phantom lawn ornaments strewn across the grass.
Grief memoirs are interested in burdened negotiations of this sort because grief is always a plea bargain, an attempt to wring sense from this most senseless of experiences. But here’s the trick: death is senseless in only one definition of that word, meaningless, but it engages the five senses relentlessly.
When I lived my younger life, visiting many places, many poor places, many desperately poor places condescendingly known as “developing countries” or, worse, Third World, I had no inkling I was doing research for a novel called Year 14.