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Tracey Emin: A Second Life

Bringing together over a hundred works, this exhibition celebrates Emin’s 40 years practice, you walk through Emin’s journalised, confessional life. Her very distinctive mark making...

Samurai

The word samurai comes from the Japanese verb ‘to serve’. This exhibition, bringing together 280 exhibits, traces the evolution of the samurai image and myths....

Lucien Freud: Drawing into Painting

After Freud’s death in 2011, the National Portrait Gallery was in receipt of his ‘works on paper’ in lieu of government taxes. One hundred and...

David Hockney: A Year in Normandie and Some Other Thoughts about Painting

The key piece in this show is the vast ninety metre digital frieze documenting the Normandie seasons of Hockney’s own garden. A series of iPad...

The Flood

It was just another Friday evening. The sky clear, the street bustling with people. I walked into a new pizzeria and ordered my usual: a...

Water Hyacinth

Amir stops saying hello in a while. The last time we spoke, he was complaining. The little shack where he lives has a leaky roof;...

The Ride of a Lifetime

I do not remember getting on the train. Its constant vibration and occasional bumps are as normal to me as anything can be. Truthfully, I...

The Perfect Guide

To escape depression and Christmas jollity at home, a middle-aged English secretary called Agatha books a package holiday in Agadir, Morocco, because of its name....

Steven in Love

He began typing. Sloppily at first, the words advancing in broad choppy strokes across the blank page. Relax. Just let it happen. And Steven allowed...

Six Saturdays of Beyblade

It was raining hard that night and the howls of stray dogs echoed across the village. What I remember from those scenes come as passing...

The Man, the Kid, and the Holy Ghost

The train whistle blew. A body plopped onto the bench across from Bart just as the train lurched forward. The grizzled man cracked open his...

The Confluence

“Potverdomme!” Marty pounded his fist on the antique table, knocking books to the floor. Used to the interjection, I murmured, “What happened this time?” I...

The Bookshop (Once in Pisa)

When I read the anonymous email I knew immediately that it was you. The urgency in your voice sounded loud in my ears like Sunday...

Where Have you Been?

I had to get out – to get some air. I’ve been lost inside something, inside something strange, inside myself, in the small rooms that...

The Olive Theory

“It’s almost time to close your eyes.” Oisín shifted down into third gear, letting the car roll through the winding hills of Malin Beg. Niamh...

The Librarian’s Flame, or Alexandria

The pale, blue horizon was covered in a searing mist. The late summer humidity cast a mirage of white fog over the northerly, African city....

El Escritor

Once there was a writer who lived in Mexico City who despaired of his calling. Most days he rose toward noon and went for a...

Beware of Wildlife

Rick—my girlfriend’s dad—turned purple in the driver’s seat of the minivan, a rental whose timing belt screeched like a tortured cat the entire fifty miles...

Crossing the Curtain

Edward parked his car with care. The Hofburg palace loomed to his right against a gray and star-less sky. A stray dog lifted its leg...

Smoked

When a dark-haired young man walked up to the Honorable Desmond Bernard in the public room of the Aristophanes Club and silently presented him with...