The Museum of Broken Relationships
What do a noseless garden dwarf, a pair of pink fluffy handcuffs, a cuddly caterpillar with some of its legs torn off, and a dunce cap all have in common? Each of these objects forms an individual exhibit in what is unquestionably one of Europe’s most innovative, original, and daring museums. The
“Stop right now, if you can”: Interview with Clive James
Clive James is an Australian critic, poet, novelist and memoirist, best known for his television reviews and the autobiographical series ‘Unreliable Memoirs’. One of the most distinctive wits of the last century, he once described Barbara Cartland’s heavily-mascaraed eyes as resembling “two
Andy Warhol at the Ashmolean with Xa Sturgis
Jacqueline Otagburuagu and Xa Sturgis in conversation on Andy Warhol and other delights.
Roadkill
High in a eucalyptus tree, Jeanie was woolgathering. ‘Yo ho, yo ho, a koala’s life for me!’ she suddenly whooped, breaking out from her daydream and pulling a face at Gus, who peered nervously up at his cousin from the base of the tree. Little furrows appeared on his freckle-peppered forehead.
Six Things To Do On A First Date
Say ‘got your nose’ and pretend to have your date’s nose. Bring a bell, ding it every five minutes and say ‘next’. Slowly and methodically tie and untie both your and your date’s shoelaces. Maintain eye contact at all times. Whenever your date buys a
Wenjiang
When I lived in Wenjiang District, Sichuan province, I used to walk home along the river. The reflections from the lamps lining the riverbank created golden pools of light, calling to mind the meaning of Wenjiang, ‘warm river’. Walking past groups of dancers, I would attract stares from old men
What are we waiting for?
It’s an odd experience, waiting, in a generation like ours. Silence, space and solitude can be agitating in the twenty-first century, where a successful life is often synonymous with bustle and activity. Do we no longer know how to be passive? Sure, the average city-dweller’s daily life is unde
North
North in search of a true-nature tribe the proper study of man became everything a hot hidden Africa, a colonial playground except bullet-proof like sugar spring and lips lined with logic and maps tasks, deadlines, gadgets, whole constellations tuned without a whisper of here and honey and wholy thi
‘Prophesy, Darkness, Play’: An Interview with Max Porter
“A is to B what C is to A plus B less C. Lovely.” This is the family dynamic of Grief Is the Thing with Feathers, Max Porter’s debut novel, a slim book ostensibly about the “grief” of its title. Yet things are not quite as they seem: a dead mum has been replaced by […]