Christ on the Cross
I'd always gaze into this plaster Jesus
pitched like a pardon at the old abbey-door—
a black-gestured solemn scaffold
with saintly idolatry I'd bow before.
Now as I sat around at the hour of cricket's play,
in funereal fields, blue-viewedly musing
one near-past night with wind-blown...
Child Narrators and the Wonder-laced Universe of Ondjaki
How does one write about a period of political strife without falling prey to the ideological trappings of the time? What are the moral implications of writing an effervescent, light-hearted, colourful novel against the backdrop of civil war? And how would one go about 'dexploding' a giant rocket-shaped...
Wigrum by Daniel Canty: An Excerpt
There is only one way to survive time's war: Depart, leave yourself far behind, rub yourself out of the picture. At dawn, Wigrum will no longer be there. Yet as long as objects will continue to speak in his place, he will be certain of remaining alive.
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This collection presents, in alphabetical...
A Scrupulous Fidelity: Douglas Glover on Thomas Bernhard's The Loser
The Man and His Books
Thomas Bernhard is dead. He had a terrible life, at least the early part. He was born in Holland where his Austrian mother had fled to escape the shame of her unwanted pregnancy. He never knew his father who died far away and in obscurity (and obscure circumstances)....
