It’s Bloomsday. The anniversary of a writer’s first date with his future wife, written into literary history as the day in which the story of perhaps the most important modern novel in the English language takes place: the 16th of June 1904. Weird people around the world are going to
This is part of our Books from Banned Countries series. You can see them all here. You may think you know nothing about Somali literature, but you’re mistaken. Okay, perhaps you’re right and you can’t name a single Somali author. But unless you’ve been living under a rock somewhere way, way
This is part of our Books from Banned Countries series. You can see them all here. After a brief hiatus, the “In Translation” series returns with one of the lesser known Middle Eastern regions. This week’s installment focuses on Libyan literature. Once you’re done with their selection, you can ponder that
Are you a robot? Probably not, but take a test: look around your place of work. How many of your co-workers are actual people – as opposed to virtual people you only ever meet via email, co-working platforms and an occasional conference call? The machines are taking over the world.
This is part of our Books from Banned Countries series. You can see them all here. Some places have attained an almost mythical space within their communities. When the community is made of up of avid readers, specifically ones of Arabic literature, al-Mutanabbi Street in Baghdad is a popular hangout. Quite by chance,
This is part of our Books from Banned Countries series. You can see them all here. Enemy In Translation: Iran American’s aren’t known for their appreciation for foreign cultures. From certain states demanding that everyone speak English, to the lack of foreign films on streaming platforms. Most American’s are definitely nationalists when
Ahhhhh, kissing under the mistletoe! You have it all planned: after partaking in some holiday cheer, you’ll maneuver your object of desire into the door frame where the familiar green twig with white is hangin (if it has red berries it’s Holly, not mistletoe), and you kiss the hell out of