Immeuble à Boulogne-Billancourt. Photograph Nozav, Public Domain by Amal Chatterjee His mother has gone by the time he wakes up. Kicking the covers to the foot of the bed, he swings himself off. Even though he knows he is alone, he checks his shorts, pulls down his shirt. The habits of…
Category: Fiction
Culture
Books, by Harry Greenberg
I think I met him first on a 24 bus coming through the West End. ‘Look, look,’ he said, ‘all those marvellous bookshops, doesn’t it make your heart glad?’ I nodded and made a long erm sound. But the truth was I couldn’t care a toss about books. I’d just…
Conservatives
Out and About in the Fourth Estate With Steven Gilfillan
Critical Alert I have it on the best authority, Borak Yesenin’s in fact, that there was one presence ghosting through Felicity Brick’s news report that only he and a handful of others were able to recognise. Felicity as we know is multilingual – French and Italian added to her English…
रो-शायरी
Lalaji and other Stories
‘After my father died, my mother Sarladevi, my sister Urmil, who was only seven days old, and I went to live with Lalaji and his large family in Jarnawala.’ by Sandeep Virmani They say if you look deep and long enough at the flowing waters of a river, they have…
Fiction
The Villa of Zamalek
Singer celebrating Sayeda Zeinab Mulid , photo Tina Bexson by Tina Bexson He took the brown-wrapped parcel for the English wife he had left a year ago. Walked out of his hotel along the tree-lined streets of Zamalek, scattered with embassies and nineteenth-century apartment blocks exuding the Westernised ambience and nightlife…
Amal Chatterjee
Seven times three
The Thinker by Rodin, photo Phil Hall by Amal Chatterjee In my childhood, art in its myriad forms involved perplexing encounters with the good, the worthy and, no doubt, the banal and ridiculous. I had no way of telling them apart, I possessed no judgement. I consumed – or rather,…
Fiction
The Mosque of Timna by Tina Bexson
photo Tina Bexson David Skinner positioned his rifle between two jagged edges of lilac quartz rock and concentrated on calculating the lines of fire on a point below him. He had rec-ed this exact spot each day for the last two weeks, studying the lay of the land, the position…
Amal Chatterjee
Amal Chatterjee: The Return
Pexels, Photo by Alex P Bright black tarmac and the tang of tropical sea in the air. At last. The coconut palms fringing the airport as tall as they had looked matchstick-like from the air. She remembered photographs of lazy days bathed in brilliant sunshine, smiling shiny faces and lush,…
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