Fiction

God’s Photograph

Every hundred yards or so the motorway lights lit her face. She tilted her head and administered eye drops. She’d used a bronze foundation to blend the new part of her face with the old.

Her Lovely Meaningless Face

As much as I hold the novel dear, for all the work it does to penetrate the experience of the white Creole, Wide Sargasso Sea never seems to cross the border of black skin.

Pelt

Hannah has been in bed for a week. She knows the different textures and pressures and eccentric lumps of her bed like the back of her hand. Better. She does not know the back of her hand very well at all.

‘Older black women, who writes about that?’

Bernardine Evaristo is the award-winning author of eight books of fiction and verse fiction. Her other writing includes short fiction, drama, poetry, essays, li... Read more

The Body-Text Speaks

What are the parts of a book? There is a front and a back, there are the pages: not much to name. Let’s make the attempt though.

Oblivion

The man’s voice dropped, sounding conspiratorial; Caroline squeezed shut both her eyes, opened them, and nodded soundlessly. After a moment she said, OK. We will wait.

Scene Two

Scene two: Hugo's office (HUGO is at his desk, on the phone.) Hugo This is Professor Hugo Fox. I sent down a couple of DNA samples. I was wondering if the ... Read more

Dr Lustucru

Dr Lustucru's wife was not particularly talkative. But he beheaded her anyway, thinking to himself that he could replace her head when he wished for her to spea... Read more