“At a time when everything—from artificial insemination to your own death—is available for money, the task of the novel should be to expose the way this world really works.” Radka Denemarková talks to Zuzana UliÄianska.
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“Mexico was the most spectacular, vital, provocative country… Anything can happen in Mexico, and its mysteries are endless.” Robert Earle, our Author of the Month for September, talks to Isra Ansari.
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“She had done this so many times before.,. Exactly thirty two steps into her room.” By Unaiza Tariq, from The Missing Slate’s fiction workshop in Islamabad.
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“These privileged brats would gather around those street children, taking the photograph of the same subject from a thousand angles, as if they were in a human safari.” By Nazuk Iftikhar Rao, from The Missing Slate’s fiction workshop in Islamabad.
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“They threw acid on her while she slept. I heard it got all the way down to her hands. Her flesh melted like a wax candle.” By Umamah Wajid, from The Missing Slate’s fiction workshop in Islamabad.
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“…if this were a movie, your life ought to flashback before your eyes, projected on the silver curtain of your consciousness.” By Asfand Waqar, from The Missing Slate’s fiction workshop in Islamabad.
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“I took a photograph in which Lucy looks at me while Philip lovingly touches her young shoulder with his young nose.” By Veera Jansa, from The Missing Slate’s fiction workshop in Islamabad.
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“The assumption that these men were riding off to their deaths becomes more entrenched… they seem achingly innocent.” By Ahmer Naqvi, from The Missing Slate’s fiction workshop in Islamabad.
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“Winter this year is like a death penalty./ Reprieve will come, it’s/ ninety-nine per cent certain.” Poem of the Week (October 14), by Marcin Åšwietlicki. Translated from Polish by Elżbieta Wójcik-Leese.
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Contributing editor Jess McHugh explores the ‘slut-shaming’ of Monica Lewinsky, and asks whether attitudes have changed since 1998.
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