Friday Finds: ‘I Sleep in My Inkwell and Wave to the Distant’
“of footfalls that never return / from the checkpoint / which only sends back bodies;”
“of footfalls that never return / from the checkpoint / which only sends back bodies;”
Each category comes with a prize of 75,000 Egyptian pounds.
“After every interview, I feel that I have visited Algeria from my house in Oxford.”
“Aside from these, nothing at all, just a great expanse of the arid Negev desert, over which crouched the intense August heat.”
Naga said that, if she could have simply called it a novel, she would have. But once you start calling something fiction, “editors tend to get very restrictive and edit all the weirdness out.”
“What about the one who called the mosque after himself and built a sky-scraping minaret? People said he built his wealth from dubious deals. Certainly, people’s gossip was endless.”
“Winning poets and translators will be awarded $150 each.”
Three compelling May releases will be available next week.
“He hummed a favorite tune as he went about his gruesome chore. When he was finished, he arranged the body parts in two garbage bags. Then he cleaned the floor, showered, and put on a change of clothes. He stretched out on the bed, lit a cigarette, and took a deep, delicious, triumphant puff.”