“First of all, let me say: Chinelo Okparanta, you have my heart. For daring to write a novel that tackles so many taboos – queer love, religion, politics – all wrapped in the language of African idiom and folklore.”
“First of all, let me say: Chinelo Okparanta, you have my heart. For daring to write a novel that tackles so many taboos – queer love, religion, politics – all wrapped in the language of African idiom and folklore.”
All of the articles from the past month for people who like to savor their magpies’ tidings as an issue.
Listen to this neo-noir short story that features the Iowa State Police, a displaced bounty hunter, a broken farmer, and his local cop acquaintance caught in a Mexican stand-off in a gasoline-soaked corn field.
My Afro-kwea Journal, entry #2: The Death of Vivek Oji By Akwaeke Emezi
My goal is to read solely Afro-kwea books for at least the next year. Aside from my anger at the dismissal of African lives elsewhere, this ambition was also motivated by a new wave of homophobia that has spread across the continent … My goal is to counter this intolerance by doing my bit to increase our visibility.
“Don’t make her witty, which would be a mistake. She is nothing but flesh, but flesh in all of its beauty. And, I repeat, a good-natured girl.”
Some thoughts on Camus’ Myth of Sisyphus and Dostoyevsky’s Alyosha
Some thoughts on two autumn poems from Matsuo Basho
New fiction from Garner Behnke.
And maybe Epimetheus wasn’t so slow or foolish, so backward. Because “epi” also means upon, beside, about. Maybe he was thinking of the world aside from the struggle of gods and mortals. Maybe he was wisely thinking around that, besides that, of the rest of the world, which can continue with balance and equilibrium from day to day, regardless of the torments that gods and men bring upon themselves.