Literature Archive

The Rotten Oasis: White boy bongozozo

  It must be that at some point Brett Easton Ellis and Martin Amis met up in the subtropical highlands of southern Africa and beyond all biological comprehension spawned a bastard child as a result of an alcohol-infused vacation centered around mutual buggery. How else to explain The Rotten Oasis but as the result of

Unsheltered: As our world crumbles

Barbara Kingsolver’s latest novel, Unsheltered, rejoices at the magnificence of the sky under which we are likely to die. If there is comfort to be found, a respite from the grief that sets in with the acceptance of scientific observations that our natural world is about to end, and us with it, it may exist

Milkman: Ingenious elision

  Anna Burns has written a Man Booker Prize-winning novel that will have you stopping, and shaking your head in wonder at the writing of it. A novel that is not about anything in particular. It provides no names, no places. Well, not as commonly assumed. Pronouns have no place here. Well, not of the

Shell: Revealing the inner murmur

“We won’t cut coal,” Australian prime minister Scott Morrison was reported as saying to The Australian last week. Or something to that effect. In typical Oz style, The Australian has a hard paywall. I somehow slipped behind it on the first link-click, but now can’t go back and double check. They not gonna get any

Open Book: Notes & Quotes from day 2

Straight outta the notebook: From Mobility and the City at 10am, an event in which this critter got hold of the mic and went on a rant and subsequently swore to take a vow of silence for the remainder of Open Book: “A big taxi boss said to me: ‘the taxi industry is like water.

Open Book Festival: The telling of our stories

Words rise from the page and turn to fire when poets such as Faith Kinniar perform hard-hitting verses in a celebration of our stories. Together with Afeefa Omar, who was the last person standing at the Western Cape Current State of Poetry Slam, they’ll be setting the stage alight with the sparks from their spitting