Talking to the deads
When the Pico burned and I saw my grandfather cry, my curiosity in him grew and I wondered about who he really was. And I thought about what we’d seen when we went into his room. What did we see in grandfather’s room? Well, after all those people were taken by the cholera, it was...
Deborah Levy finds her voice
Deborah Levy has been riding a wave since her novel Swimming Home was nominated for the 2012 Man Booker Prize. Both the novel and her superlative collection of short stories Black Vodka were published by indie publisher And Other Stories, while bespoke house Notting Hill Editions picked up her essay on writing, memory and childhood...
Sounds of the shells
his feet were used to covering many kilometres a day, they were old feet in a young body the ShellSeller enjoyed stepping on the sand of PraiaDaIlha and on the ground that glistened in his nightmares; he had a home in the neighbouring province of Bengo but he had fallen in love with Luanda at...
