Blog

30th, Oct 2015

‘My photographs show something which is abandoned yet somehow invisible.’ With these words, Rut Blees Luxemburg, a London-based artist working with photography, opened the eighth annual

19th, Sep 2015

We hear the sound as soon as we step out of the car. A high-pitched wail, forlorn but also urgent, threads through the forest.

             ‘What’s that?’ I ask Mamy, our guide.

            ‘That’s what everyone comes here to see,’ he replies.

22nd, Jul 2015

The squalls come, one after the other, as if generated by a dark machine somewhere over the horizon. Here in this quarter of the Indian ocean the northern hemisphere summer months of June and July signal the ‘winter’ rains, or what passes for winter on these humid latitudes.

20th, Jun 2015

I am soon off to Iceland again, my second trip to the land of ice and fire. Iceland also happens to be ‘probably the world’s most bookish country,’ according to The Guardian.

25th, May 2015

Think of the long trip home.

Should we have stayed at home and thought of here?

                                               Elizabeth Bishop, ‘Questions of Travel’

 

19th, Apr 2015

      ‘Always walk with a torch at night. There are snakes and scorpions around. Also leopard, hyena, even lion. One night last year we were sitting here having dinner and a male lion walked into the kitchen.’

      ‘Did he find anything to eat?’

25th, Mar 2015

Fiction is a restless form, in spite of a publishing industry which often just wants more of whatever sold well last year. Its innovation is located not only in the intellectual ambitions of its writers, but in history. 

27th, Feb 2015

Of all animals, the lives of predators are perhaps the most difficult for us to imagine. I was reminded of this recently, when I interviewed the acclaimed writer Helen MacDonald for the U

30th, Jan 2015

‘Winter Garden’ is the title of an exhibition curated by Lucy Reynolds for Flat Time House, a South London gallery, and for which I’ve been commissioned to write and read a story.

26th, Dec 2014

The daily retreat and advance of the tides is an inescapable part of life on any coast. I have always had a fascination for tides, in part from having grown up in Nova Scotia, whose Bay of Fundy is the scene of the highest tides in the world.

Pages