Following Pushkin Press’s 2016 release of The Evenings, Dutch writer Gerard Reve returns in English with Childhood, whichincludes two of his early novellas, Werther Nieland and The Fall of the Boslowits Family. Both embody the best of Reve’s writing: dark wit, strange characters, and brilliant style that make this book a delightful and mesmerising read.
Rachel Malik’s debut novel Miss Boston and Miss Hargreaves, shortlisted for the Walter Scott Prize for Historical Fiction 2018, explores the relationship of the titular characters in a story of hardship, love, and friendship. This playlist curated by the author is an evocative companion to the book, building on its moods and characters.
In the spring of 1506, Michelangelo Buonarroti – back then a young but already acclaimed artist, known for his marble masterpiece David– accepted a commission from the Sultan of Constantinople and spent a month designing a bridge across the Golden Horn. Or did he?
Drew Goddard, director of The Cabin in the Woods, exhibits his exceptional brilliance in his new movie Bad Times at the El Royale. The movie checks of all the marks for the 1950s-60s movie style. Even though the plot is a bit predictable at times, the intriguing cinematography creates a new world for the viewers.
The first thing I see when I wake is the wedding ring on the bedside locker. I don’t remember it being there last night, but we’d had more to drink than usual, and sleep had come quickly for both of us. Amanda’s eyes fluttering closed, her breathing growing deep mere moments before my own eyes closed.
Today there is cauliflower for dinner, washed and cut, white florets of boredom. Cauliflower was relief till it became an imposition. First grandmother and then mother-in-law told me how to cook it, as if the success of my marriage rested on the cauliflower.
I’ve been in bed for maybe an hour, asleep for just a few minutes I think. And then the scream. My stomach muscles tighten. It feels as though a short sharp blade has been inserted. I freeze but only for a couple of seconds. I need to move.
It was the summer of 1972. We had been in the habit of heading to the mountains for our summer holidays, but the Olympics were on, and half the world was going to Bavaria. So instead, Dad had decided to visit the relatives in the Zone.