Peirene is alone in the office. And disaster has struck. The Nymph is pacing up and down, trying to breathe…
The Pain & Passion of a Small Publisher
‘Freedom for all writers!’ Peirene stands in the middle of the office wearing full combat gear: camouflage trousers, camouflage jacket,…
‘What disgrace! What humiliation!’ Peirene kneels in front of the fire place in our front room. She dips her hands…
I bend over the conveyor belt and grab my suitcase. ‘Ok, let’s go.’ The Nymph, Syrian editor Suhir and I…
I wake with a start. I’m sure I heard some strange noise. It’s pitch dark. I turn my head to the…
‘Oh, the smell is awful!’ Peirene groans as we step out of the taxi that has brought us to Shatila,…