Part Two I am writing to the past. On Danes Drive, on the bridge, there was a dead squirrel lying for days on the parapet. One morning I...

Part One I have decided to address you as you. Dear Reader seems far too old-fashioned and although my own dialect offers a suitable...

Rain in the backcourts; rain-soaked harling on the building opposite; that black rain that gathers in gutters, pools on the lids of...

At Düsseldorf Flughafenbahnhof, on Gleis 5, a man is waiting on the S1 to Dortmund, though he is going to Duisburg. He is lean and toned...

Isolation. Self-isolation. The latter suggests that the former can be with others. Monks in a monastery may be said to be in isolation....

Bohumil Hrabal, without a doubt my favourite Czech writer, wrote in a style that is often referred to as palaver — a weaving together of...