With any luck, I won’t perish in a blaze – but I fear my fire alarms might be the death of me
Even the sound of My Bloody Valentine playing live cannot compete with my alarms.
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Remembering Anthony Thwaite
The life and legacy of the poet and New Statesman literary editor, who has died at the age of 90.
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John Colapinto: “Joe Biden knows he has to talk America, and the world, off a ledge”
The Canadian New Yorker writer discusses the political power of our voices.
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I check my inbox at 11.30pm and read an email about returning to the office. Disquiet sets in…
After a year of longing for a return to “normality”, I find I don’t want it after all – at…
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It seems a bottomless pot of couscous may be a good way to test my sanity
Watching Ridley Scott’s The Martian, I feel a sudden affinity with Matt Damon eating his umpteenth meal of the same old same old.
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It’s finally getting easier to imagine returning to normal life. So why do I keep crying?
I fear the return will not be a simple reunion with my old joys, but a reckoning with all the joys…
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“Why can I not let go of the comforts of life?” Sam Byers on what personal liberation really looks like
The British novelist discusses why our fixation on “wellness” grows as the planet around us decays.
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Languages reflect the societies that use them – and English is riddled with sexism
Should dictionaries include sexist words and definitions?
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