Speaking to Emilie Pine
As an associate professor of modern drama, Emilie Pine is used to employing the disembodied writing style of...
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...
‘Gayness, queerness, gender plurality, plural pronouns – Africa got there two millennia ago.’
'War is complicated. Revenge is complicated. These things carry costs. It was very important for me, even though I was writing a fantasy novel, to make it a very grown up book.'
‘How could this possibly be mysterious? Where could this take us?’
'I’ve looked at criminal investigations through a detective’s eyes six times. But there are a lot of other people involved. There are witnesses, there are victims, there are suspects, there are perpetrators...'
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.
Shakespeare would have done well in any generation
‘I don’t know why the hell I write so many letters,’ Raymond Chandler once wrote, in a letter....
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....
In the Arms of Morpheus
Insomnia has a boomerang effect. You can never fling your thoughts far enough. Before night is over, they have...