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27 June 2016 • 684 words • Reportage & Criticism
Amitav Ghosh, an Indian social anthropologist and novelist, lived in Lataifa, a village in Lower Egypt in the 1980s. His research took him from the… more»
1986 • 1,311 words • Reportage & Criticism
Love knows no laws, and nor does friendship. Sexual relations may be subject to legislation, but there is no society with laws to govern relations… more»
August 2004 • 8,455 words • Reportage & Criticism
How violent is Brazil? Is it more dangerous than other big, modernizing countries of the South? Or is this lurid picture the result of a… more»
August 1997 • 913 words • Reportage & Criticism
Climbing Everest is tough work—but not as tough as all that. Nearly a thousand people have done it. You or I could do it—probably—if we… more»
24 October 1993 • 1,735 words • Reportage & Criticism
In The Songlines, Bruce Chatwin’s vagarious book about Australian aboriginal metaphysics and the origins of culture, the reader is introduced, midway through the narrative, to… more»
2005 • 2,813 words • Reportage & Criticism
This has been the year of Africa, according to Our Common Interest, the report of the Commission for Africa. It’s been the year when a… more»
28 January 1990 • 2,602 words • Reportage & Criticism
What I f-find,” says the neurologist and writer Oliver Sacks, “is that as soon as I—ah—open my m-mouth, I no longer believe what I am… more»
4 December 1997 • 3,391 words • Reportage & Criticism
If Bruce Chatwin had been portly, myopic and mouse-haired,” writes Susannah Clapp, “his life and reputation would have been quite different.” Chatwin’s death would likely… more»
15 September 1989 • 3,400 words • Reportage & Criticism
At a time when the worlds of Islam press with special intensity on the political awareness of the West, the works of an American writer… more»
1988 • 4,397 words • Reportage & Criticism
At Lingshi the mail-runner cried in his sleep. His father was sick. He dreamed he died. I dreamed I had long hair and no hat and lived in the forest on precious stones. They were rubies, dragon food
The miracle of Pentecost does happen, though not in tongues of flame. More like a...
Learning from human rights and humanitarian crises in Africa
A Norman castle in the north-east of...
Last month in Yirol I bought a heifer—a brindled two-year old, not yet in calf....
An item in the Times Literary Supplement of 23 June, apropos a poetry anthology called Capitals, states that...