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Leon Craig
Leon Craig is a writer and editor based in Berlin. She has written for the TLS, the Literary ReviewAnother Gaze and the London Magazine among others. Her queer gothic short story collection Parallel Hells is published by Sceptre Books and she is currently working on her first novel The Decadence.

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Cosy Violence

Book Review

June 2023

Leon Craig

Book Review

June 2023

The 22 year old Australian narrator of K Patrick’s sensuous, subversive debut novel is a long way from home. A matron at an unnamed...

Fiction

September 2021

Lick the Dust

Leon Craig

Fiction

September 2021

When you misplace something in the library here, it stays lost for a very long time. The eighteenth-century catalogue...

‘The ruins of Rey are near Tehran!’ exclaimed the wayfarers in Sadegh Hedayat’s dark, opium-incensed novel of 1936, The Blind Owl The fabled city of Rey, razed to the ground by the Mongol hordes in the thirteenth century, is only a short distance from the Iranian capital of Tehran During Hedayat’s lifetime, and in the heady decades leading up to the 1979 Revolution, there were lesser known ruins even closer to home Ruins brushed beneath the bloodstained rug of the last Shah, Mohammad Reza Pahlavi, invisible to the foreign diplomats, heads of state, and celebrities surrounding him, and to the affluent denizens of Tehran’s leafy northern suburbs Shahr-e No (literally, ‘New City’) was a decrepit red light district, and a thorn in the side of a monarch with a penchant for bubbly, caviar, and Warhol To some, places like Shahr-e No were a fact of life, a part of their quotidian existence on the margins of society Others didn’t know they existed at all, and many of those who did, in the spirit of the Pahlavi era, denied such realities with vehemence   Kaveh Golestan was not among their number In the early seventies, while in his twenties, he spent a number of years visiting Shahr-e No, striking up a rapport with its inhabitants Later, between 1975 and 1977, he captured the prostitutes who lived and worked there, in a series of photographs currently on view at Tate Modern’s Boiler House The exhibition is notable for the importance of Golestan’s documentary work – it is also the first time an entire room at Tate Modern has been dedicated to the work of an Iranian artist As well as the women of Shar-e No, the neighbourhood itself is also on display In a vitrine, a map shows a district surrounded on all sides by walls, so as not to prove an eyesore In Golestan’s photographs, the streets are filthy and bare, lined by brick apartment buildings, little aqueducts, and weary merchants   Golestan was part of a small group of intellectuals and artists keenly aware of the disparities between the social strata in Iran

Contributor

April 2016

Leon Craig

Contributor

April 2016

Leon Craig is a writer and editor based in Berlin. She has written for the TLS, the Literary Review, Another Gaze and the London Magazine among...

Art Review

April 2019

Oscar Wilde Temple, Studio Voltaire

Leon Craig

Art Review

April 2019

The light is dim, the air richly scented. Little purple tea lights flicker in the votive candle rack and...

[Getting] Down with Gal Pals

Feature

November 2018

Leon Craig

Feature

November 2018

There’s a moment in Laura Kaye’s underrated novel English Animals when the protagonist Mirka, sitting in the village bar with her married lover, notices...
Mute Canticle

Prize Entry

April 2016

Leon Craig

Prize Entry

April 2016

Giulio the singing fascist came to pick me up from the little airport in his Jeep. He made sure to come round and hold...

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fiction

November 2016

Somnoproxy

Stuart Evers

fiction

November 2016

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

fiction

July 2012

Whatever Happened To Harold Absalon?

Simon Okotie

fiction

July 2012

1. The hotel lobby was both cleansed and fragrant, as was the receptionist speaking softly on the phone behind...

fiction

June 2013

The Cherry Tree

Sheila Heti

fiction

June 2013

That winter, all the plums froze. All the peaches froze and all the cherries froze, and everything froze so...

 

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