BBC Radio 4: Girl, Woman, Other by Bernardine Evaristo

Thrilled to announce that ‘Girl, Woman, Other’ will be the BBC ‘Book at Bedtime’ from Monday June 1st to 12th. Adapted by seasoned dramatist Patricia Cumper and narrated by the superb actor, Pippa Bennett-Warner. It’s my first time in this slot – actually just heard that it will be broadcast just after noon and at […]

Flash Fiction featuring Lydia Davis

Lydia Davis is a masterful short short story writer. Born in 1947 in Massachusetts, she has become famous for her intense, free, thought-provoking narrative, capable of elevating the banal into profound philosophical questions…at times in only a few lines. I won’t say much more. She says it all. Enjoy. Here’s just a few examples. A […]

British Identity and multicultural London

En uno de nuestros grupos de lectura estamos leyendo la novela Girl, Woman, Other de la escritora británica Bernardine Evaristo. La novela está situada en la multiculturalidad de Londres, multiétnica, con acentos enriquecidos por sus inmigrantes y colores variadìsimos. Comparto con ustedes este video acerca de la identidad británica y la vida multicultural en Londres […]

MLE: Multicultural London English

Para complementar nuestra lectura de Girl, Woman, Other by Bernardine Evaristo: sobre la vida multicultural en Londres y uno de sus acentos más característicos: MLE (Multicultural London English). This wonderful video  will help you throw some light into the accent spoken especially in London: MLE (Multicultural London English)

Read and listen to Jericho Brown · Winner of the 2020 Pulitzer Prize por poetry

Born Nelson Demery III, Brown, 44, writes extensively about sexual identity, racial injustice, God and the intersection of love and violence. Duplex by Jericho Brown A poem is a gesture toward home. It makes dark demands I call my own. Memory makes demands darker than my own: My last love drove a burgundy car. My […]

Warning by Jenny Joseph

  When I am an old woman I shall wear purple With a red hat which doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me. And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves And satin sandals, and say we’ve no money for butter. I shall sit down on the pavement when I’m tired And gobble […]