I did not have a good time reading Vigdis Hjorth’s novel If Only. I felt, in fact, kind of abject—but something about the ...

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Deborah Levy writes fiction, plays, and poetry. She is the author of several novels including August Blue, Hot Milk and ...

I’m tired of lying here. The mountain and the river are not bad.

Above the crescent of a colonnade. And he is standing on a gravel path Between turned-up rows of empty flower beds.

below and above them with pink.

Remember where I came from. Think of a continent of sabled czars. Leave your home. Let exile fill your mouth like the lost language of the child. Understand the reason. A man who would not wear the ...

the castigations and the bountiful.

They are far from shore. Foam-glittering , they rise from the waves ...