The White Review Poet’s Prize 2023 is now open for entries. This year, we’re thrilled to be able to...
The scent of osmanthus blossoms still lingered in her neighbourhood when a handful of men entered her home. Yet...
On the most literal level, Pier Paolo Pasolini’s elliptical, spiritual-cum-sensual movie Teorema (1968) is about an entire family being...
The White Review No. 33 features interviews with writer Siri Hustvedt and feminist scholar Sara Ahmed. The issue includes new fiction by Gina Apostol,...
This is the story of a book we are still writing. – Edinburgh, July 2014. The sluggishness...
Every year, The White Review asks friends and contributors what books they’ve enjoyed reading and rereading. We’re currently...
This time last year, we asked for your support...
CULTURAL STRATUM remember how once in a past...
Marine Le Pen gets into town tonight. That’s what...
How can we mourn the dead within the context...
RightsCon is an annual human rights conference, run by...
But how could anyone have known? Known or believed that even now, nearly three decades since your sister’s death...
In Sarah Schulman’s 1986 novel Girls, Visions and Everything...
On Saturday 15 October, at an event in London,...
In Alexandra Kleeman’s 2015 novel You Too Can Have...
The President of a small European country was dozing...
Susanna Moore’s memoir, Miss Aluminum (2020), takes its title from a trade show at the New York Coliseum in...
I All the real niggas are dead or in prison. We are elaborating gently. We are gooey in...
Around dusk one evening in March, I went out...
Saturday 15 October / 7:30 p.m. / Reference Point...
As a schoolgirl I was told that abortion was...
The Professor stormed into the brothel’s reception hall in...
The email telling us to return to the office...
When I took my boyfriend, Freddy Krueger, home to meet my parents, they were disappointed, grey, fatigued, but not...
≠Late spring is when Hangzhou is prettiest, but it...
‘Where are my shoes?’ Alana is threading her...
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Catmint wakes up to the taste of milk and...
In my first year of college I auditioned for our school’s spoken word poetry collective. There was this tradition...
The day Mama threw a cooking stick at Kagonya was a November day so hot that the ripened bananas...
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