Carrie began the walk home. It was late evening, her favourite time of the day. She was fond of darkness and...
Bae Su-Ah on the educational experience of translating the work of W. G. Sebald.
An extract from Randall, Jonathan Gibbs' excellent new novel satirising the BritArt movement of the 90s, among other things.
In the photo of my mother that bothers me the most, five men are sitting on a white sofa and she’s draped across their legs.
I can’t find a good word to say for nostalgia … and if I detected it in my own work, I’d know that something had gone severely awry. I’d need to set fire to it.
the king of love is dead, the king of love is dead, the king of love
How to be funny, as writers – or funnier, at least?
an extract from an original drama for Radio 4.