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Lauren Elkin
Lauren Elkin is most recently the author of No. 91/92: notes on a Parisian commute (Semiotext(e)/Fugitives) and the UK translator of Simone de Beauvoir's previously unpublished novel, The Inseparables (Vintage). Her previous book Flâneuse: Women Walk the City (Chatto/FSG) was a finalist for the PEN/Diamonstein-Spielvogel Award for the Art of the Essay, a New York Times Notable Book of 2017, and a BBC Radio 4 Book of the Week. Her essays have appeared in Granta, the London Review of Books, Harper’s, the New York Times, and Frieze, among others. Her next book, Art Monsters, will be out in July 2023 (Chatto/FSG). She lives in London.

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Maria Gainza’s ‘Optic Nerve’

Book Review

May 2019

Lauren Elkin

Book Review

May 2019

In his foreword to A Thousand Plateaus, on the pleasures of philosophy, and of Deleuze and Guattari’s philosophy in particular, Brian Massumi writes:  ...

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Issue No. 8

Barking From the Margins: On écriture féminine

Lauren Elkin

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Issue No. 8

 I. Two moments in May May 2, 2011. The novelists Siri Hustvedt and Céline Curiol are giving a talk...

  Mark well, O Job, hold thy peace, and I will speak Job 33:31     To deliver man from his neighbours – isn’t that the function of progress?  And what are the joys and calamities of humankind to me?  That’s right – nothing at all  Then why is it that I can’t have any time alone, not even when I’m travelling?   They asked us: Who’s going to Petrozavodsk?  A conference  An international conference  Come on, doctors, someone has to go!  Yes, we know what these conferences are like  A couple of emigrés – that’s the ‘international’ for you  The short bout of drinking, the hotel, the lecture, the long bout of drinking – then back home again  After the lecture, you’re still answering questions, but behind your back, brawny little red-faced men are pointing at their watches – time’s up  These little men are the local professors – in the provinces these days they’re all full professors, the same way that a white man in the American South is either a judge or a colonel   Well then, who’s going to Petrozavodsk?  So I volunteered:  Lake Ladoga?  Alright, why not?   ‘Not Ladoga  Onega’   What’s the difference?  Have you been to Petrozavodsk?  Neither have I       The station is a pretty frightening place  For my own protection I assume the air of a veteran traveller  I walk to the carriage pretending I’m bored, so that it’s immediately obvious I’m no stranger to railway stations – no point trying to rob someone like me   The train from Moscow to Petrozavodsk takes fourteen and a half hours, incidentally  Your fellow travellers are almost invariably a source of unpleasantness: beer and vobla, cheap cognac – ‘Bagration’ and ‘Kutuzov’ – pouring out their hearts one moment, picking a fight the next   The train begins to move  Everything’s okay – for now I’m alone   ‘Tickets please’   ‘Excuse me,’ I ask the conductress, ‘but could we reach some sort of I mean so I can have the compartment to myself?’   She looks at me ‘That depends on what you’re going to do in it’   What is there to do in it?   ‘Read a book’   ‘In that case,

Contributor

August 2014

Lauren Elkin

Contributor

August 2014

Lauren Elkin is most recently the author of No. 91/92: notes on a Parisian commute (Semiotext(e)/Fugitives) and the UK...

The End of Francophonie: The Politics of French Literature

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Issue No. 2

Lauren Elkin

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Issue No. 2

I. We were a couple of minutes late for the panel we’d hoped to attend. The doors were closed and there was a surly-looking...

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Issue No. 11

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Rob Halpern

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Issue No. 11

Obscene Intimacy My soldier was found unresponsive restrained In his cell death being due to blunt force injuries To...

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November 2016

Somnoproxy

Stuart Evers

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November 2016

The day’s third hotel suite faced westwards across the harbour, its picture window looking down over the boats and...

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March 2016

Red

Madeleine Watts

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March 2016

It was the first week of 1976 and she had just turned 17.   The day school let out...

 

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