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The White Review
No. 33

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The White Review No. 33 features interviews with writer Siri Hustvedt and feminist scholar Sara Ahmed. The issue includes new fiction by Gina Apostol,...

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The White Review Poet’s Prize 2023
For the first time this year, The White Review Poet’s Prize was open to poets based anywhere in the world. Last month we announced a shortlist of eight poets. ...

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Katie Da Cunha Lewin
Katie da Cunha Lewin’s writing and reviews have been published at the Times Literary Supplement, Ache, Los Angeles Review of Books and Prospect, among other places.

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Let’s try again. Start over. On Nathalie Léger

Book Review

September 2020

Katie Da Cunha Lewin

Book Review

September 2020

I went to see Barbara Loden’s Wanda at a screening at the ICA, not for Nathalie Léger, but for Don DeLillo. I was finishing...
The Inheritance of Ambiguity

Book Review

February 2019

Katie Da Cunha Lewin

Book Review

February 2019

I have told the story of my grandparents’ arrival in England countless times. Their bags, their passports, even the car that picked them up....

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Interview with Billy Childish

Interview

March 2013

José da Silva

Interview

March 2013

Buzzed in through the red metal door and down the stone steps into the bunker that is L-13. The workshop and sometime gallery is...

fiction

April 2013

The Taxidermist

Olivia Heal

fiction

April 2013

I did not want to walk. The day was dull. But imperative or impulsion pushed me out, onto the...

poetry

November 2016

Nothing Old, Nothing, New, Nothing, Borrowed, Nothing Blue

Iphgenia Baal

poetry

November 2016

look at your kitchen look at your kitchen oh my god look at your kitchen it’s delightful only wait...

poetry

September 2011

The Cinematographer, a 42-year-old man named Miyagawa, aimed his camera directly at the sun, which at first probably seemed like a bad idea

Michael Earl Craig

poetry

September 2011

Last night Kurosawa’s woodcutter strode through the forest, his axe on his shoulder. Intense sunlight stabbed and sparkled and...

 

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