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JUNE

Trump in B&W

Trump in Black and White is a collection of one hundred of the many, many statements he made pre- and post-election. This is the POTUS’s actual voice taken from speeches, debates, interviews, rallies and press conferences. So in a sense he created this art and would tell you it’s the very, very best piece here. Read more →
JUNE

Letter from the editor: Litro #163: Alternative Facts

Lies, damned lies, alternative facts.

Oscar Wilde, in his essay “The Decay of Lying”, bemoaned the decline of mendacity as a fine art, complaining that even politicians “never rise beyond the level of misrepresentation, and actually condescend to prove, to discuss, to argue”. This isn’t the case anymore, if it ever really was, but an aesthete like Wilde could hardly be pleased by the lie as wielded, which such blundering crassness, by today’s right-wing politicians.

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MAY

Litro #162: A Literary Highlife | Foreword

Dear Reader,

Every year, Litro publishes international editions focusing on a different parts of the globe. In 2016, we had an issue dedicated to Cuba, and one highlighting South Asian writing in English; we featured young voices like Aatish Taseer alongside established writers and artists like Shehan Karunatilaka and Coco Fusco.

As 2017 marks Ghana’s sixtieth birthday, our latest World Series installment, Literary Highlife, seeks to celebrate Ghana by inviting its neighbour Nigeria to join the party – we explore the literary and cultural landscape of both countries.

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MAY

Litro #162: Literary Highlife | The Ferrymen

Taxicabs are everywhere in Ghana, and replete in the cities, the drivers play an indispensable role in Ghanaian society, and in our cities that have no regular transport services, this motley army of men connect communities, carry thousands on the daily commute, and then some. Read more →
FEBRUARY

Weekend Archives: Trees by Anthony Doerr

Trees, by Anthony Doerr, was first published in Litro Magazine: Jul 2012. He stops at the supply room window, a floor-to-ceiling sheet of glass, double-paned, six feet wide. The best window in the entire building. Third storey, forty feet up. He has been in here maybe three thousand times and hasn’t noticed this window once. Maybe they’ve stripped it of blinds, or hauled some obscuring shelf away. Read more →
FEBRUARY

From Sri Lanka… With Love

I’d gone to bed in Hong Kong. A night full of regrets. And a do-not-disturb sign left swinging grimly from my hotel room door-knob like the newly hoisted frame of a young Southerner who had been seen cavorting with the wrong woman in the wrong era of American history. [private] Read more →