In our Turkish years, when the sun shone on history changing before our eyes, we used to scuba dive at Pamucak Bay, seaward of the ruins of Ephesus. I knelt on the silt sands at the bottom, thirty metres down, when I took my deep diving exams. The sediment was cold under my knees: it […]
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Interview with Scholastique Mukasonga

Suzy Ceulan Hughes

PUBLISHED ON: 26/11/13

CATEGORY: Interview

NWR: Hello, Scholastique. Firstly, I’d like to say how pleased I am to be bringing your short story, ‘Le Deuil’ (Mourning), to English readers for the …

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Ken Saro-Wiwa

PUBLISHED ON: 29/12/11

CATEGORY: Interview

It is savage comment on today’s world that the closing weeks of Swansea’s U.K. Year of Literature should be marked by the murder of one of its patrons …

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