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Book Review: Adèle, by Leïla Slimani
A brilliant and troubling portrait of female sex addiction from the bestselling author of Lullaby
Mr. Cosby Made Me Do It
Her name is Loretta, and she lives at the end of the road in the house by the pond, on Rambling Lane.
In Defiance of the Gods
Do it then, you fuck. Fuck you, you think as you lean into the wind and throttle down hard, gunning the bike just feet from the glistening blue Maserati’s rear ...
The Importance of Voice in Writing
Voice is not just about style or a distinctive style, it is inseparable from the writing itself.
Do not swallow that pill
You’ll drive around the roads of your hometown with their quaint names like River and Church, long black streets with a yellow middle pulling you in and spitting you out ...
The Perils
I don’t remember the kid’s name; the only impression he made on me was his face: scabbed over, crusted with dried blood all across his chin.
Regeneration
An artist labours towards truth in her work
One Night Stand
I can never remember. When I wake up, I mean. In the dream, I can. It’s always the same one. –From the Archives
Chasing Sakura: 10. School
We had, however, not experienced a moment’s error in Japan’s transport schedules – so far.
On a Sweet River
He returned some drops of water from the jug to its source, the creek that ran to the river, and touched each banana tree while looking at the moon.
Catholic
In the dark of night she could hear the distant murmurings of a world beyond, a world that was neither here nor there.
How are you fine thank you
“Η καρδιά. Yi kardiá. Heart.”
“Η βάρκα. Yi várka. Boat.”
“Η χώρα. Yi hóra. Country.”
Subtitles 4: My Sitcom
Entertainment, family style
Writer’s Block: Get Past That Hurdle
Writer’s block has taken on an almost mythical quality, and the image of a writer staring at a blank page is a familiar trope.
Black Helmet
He turns his head and notices the afternoon glare bouncing off the shiny black helmet, the Guardia National that kept looking at him
Tanztheater Wuppertal Pina Bausch – Bon Voyage, Bob… at Sadler’s Wells
The audience is catapulted into a non-narrative time-suspended vortex of loss, death, and nostalgia, mixed up with hilarious absurdity.
Jesus Hopped the A Train at the Young Vic
This revival of Jesus Hopped the A Train directed by Kate Hewitt plunges us in the hell of violence and despair that is a modern day prison.
Caviar
Perestroika meant twenty-three, with two Masters degrees, and still unemployed in Odessa. — From the Archives
Don Quixote at the Royal Opera House
Chivalry and romance were the driving forces in Acosta’s reimagined ballet production of Don Quixote at the Royal Opera House.
Chasing Sakura: 09. Piss
One vine on its own snaps easily, but the strength of many tied together is enough to carry you over a gorge. That was the mantra I clung to as ...