The campus novel on vacation
The first thing I did after finishing my exams last May was read Elif Batuman’s quintessential campus novel The Idiot. Although I was checking out of academia for the summer months, I couldn’t help but return to its comforting rhythm in Batuman’s book, which narrates Selin’s freshman year at
In St James
In St James I lay sun-brushed and smothered; The seeping day flowed beneath the midday Air, the slow June sky hung high above, Spreading swimming shadows about My feet. The multrees whispered as away – Far away – their branches and furrowed leaves Brushed felted rushes. They spoke
Polari Literary Salon: a c+nty night out
Having relocated from the Kate Bush tribute/inspired (still unclear) band performance, we were finally in the right space. Gutted because Baby Bushka sounded like a great time. Don’t worry, we bought merch later to apologise for abandoning their gig. Thankfully Karen McLeod seemed ch
In conversation with: Darius Sanai
Darius Sanai has gone from one extreme to another: having spent his early twenties working as a correspondent in South Africa, where he “didn’t mind nearly dying, because it kind of went with the job”, he’s now Editor in Chief of LUX magazine, which he describes as “for the 0.01%”
What do I think about when I brush my teeth?
What do I think about when I brush my teeth? Not much. Usually, it takes me about 10 minutes, not because I’m intensely into dental hygiene but because I get distracted pretty quickly. Instagram reels, brushing my hair, and the radio if I’m feeling adventurous. This isn’t a lament on my