Consider the poetry of the tarn. Does it even exist? Glaciers, waterfalls, windswept moors: these are the features of landscape typically taken up for romanticisation. Tarns tend to be disregarded, ugly black pools fringed with reeds, or else construed as the dwelling places of demons, hags, Grendel’s mother.
Look for them and you’ll find that there are plenty of cracks in literature. Ruptures, physical and emotional: writers seem to love them.
When the Berlin Wall was closed in August 1961, effectively sealing the final point of exit for East German citizens seeking asylum in the West, Wolfgang Hilbig was just shy of his twentieth birthday. With this action, the GDR became a completely contained state, isolated from the rest of the …
Katharine Kilalea's intriguing début novel, "OK, Mr Field", inhabits the fluid dimension between the mind and the body, and the architectural spaces built to domesticate them.
Iceland has an unusually intimate relationship with literature. You could almost say that literature is the base material of the nation.
Rachel Cusk’s Kudos is something truly unexpected: a beautiful, calm, artfully composed response to the ugly, misshapen monstrosity we call “Brexit”.
Egress is an ambitious new literary journal that arrives with the explicit aim of capturing attention... opening onto literature whose particular use of language requires concentration, demands a reader’s unwavering focus.