My love, you said you were a wolf, and I worshipped you the messy little hairs of your pelt, and I worshipped you along your rubbed-dirt paths and with my face turned towards gunshots, I howled like you; it was dark, and night, and all I heard was that I don't exist... You said, my […]
With his debut poetry collection Greekling, Kostya Tsolakis’ has gifted us a powerful series of lyrical musings on bodies, belonging, masculinity and language which bring a new, disruptive grammar to bear on the workings of contemporary Greek queer experience. Foreshadowing the collection’s it
1919, Kyiv. A silver femur, a German tailor, mysterious fabric patterns, a priest-turned policeman, a student-turned detective with a severed ear – and a city of 500,000 people living in fear, poverty, mayhem and anarchy. After the revolutions and violence of 1917 and 1918, the Soviet Red Army con
Witold Szabłowski is a Polish journalist who is fascinated by the links between food and power, something he first examined in How To Feed a Dictator, which revealed the eating habits of such notorious figures as Pol Pot and Idi Amin. Now, he suggests, such links are nowhere more widespread and imp
This is a story within a story. Or one story and then another story about telling the first story. Whichever way you look at it, both layers are equally important. It’s also quite fascinating how Birgit Weyhe brings them together, clashes them, uses one to counterpoint the other. The first story i
Often with fiction in translation the first rendering into English isn’t the first of the series. For Buchholz it was Blue Night (2018), the fifth of her novels to feature Hamburg state prosecutor Chastity Riley. We were introduced to a fully formed, complex character that readers took to their he
