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Preti Taneja
PRETI TANEJA is a writer and activist, and Professor of World Literature and Creative Writing at Newcastle University, UK. Her novel WE THAT ARE YOUNG (Galley Beggar Press) won the UK’s Desmond Elliott Prize, and was listed for awards including the Folio Prize, Republic of Consciousness Prize (UK), the Shakti Bhatt First Book Prize (India) and Europe’s premier award for a work of world literature, the Prix Jan Michalski. It has been translated into several languages and is published in the USA by AA Knopf. Her new book, AFTERMATH on the language of trauma, terror, prison and abolition is part of the Undelivered Lecturers series from Transit Books USA, and will be published in the UK by And Other Stories in April 2022.


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Essay

December 2021

Preti Taneja

Essay

December 2021

‘INQUESTS INTO THE DEATHS ARISING FROM THE FISHMONGERS’ HALL AND LONDON BRIDGE TERROR ATTACK CASE MANAGEMENT’1   with asides, insertions, questions and other patterns...

Fiction

Issue No. 30

HOTEL STATIONARY (AND THIS IS THAT)

Preti Taneja

Fiction

Issue No. 30

And the night John Berger died, I, Maria, pale shadow, the youngest sister of Sabine, was walking the city....

THE OLD JUSTICE   My grandfather was a construction worker, a travel agent; I knew him as a sea-captain, his wink like an eye-patch,   the gap in his teeth a keyhole I might peer into But all I could pick in the whistle of air was a shanty,   sweet on his breath, whiskey foaming on his upper lip, and his blood salivating, a kind of poison he survived on   Auntie was the dark green storm of a glass bottle She made herself dizzy, swatting the air like lightning,   drunk on those unspeakable nights she went below deck with the man who set us on the voyage;   his bad eye sliding over each plank, moving low to the ground, like a crocodile sculling in the shallows, or an island   sinking back into the ocean When they told me he died, I retched, thinking of his seasick corpse, the hollow flush   of a minute hand passing time at a funeral cut down by rain and my absence, the echo of it heaving in a toilet bowl   That night, I imagine surfing on his coffin, taking a sharp nail to his heart and pulling up a rusted square of flesh   In the dead air, I creep into auntie’s flat, slip the quiet pulse in the panel behind the grandfather clock where the wax nativity   slow roasts by the fire, her living room crowded with vials, auntie, the mad concocter, weighing his deeds like a wine glass       SOST GULCHA after Gemoraw & Meron Getnet   The small fire that smiles between three stones in winter thinks itself a hearth,   even as it burns a kitchen’s pitted belly, even as it dies,   the stones leavened, once a ripened fruit, now bloated for the flies to come       BEDTIME after billy woods   I put my finger to the wind and don’t get it back / low light snatches me from the front step / the courtyard dervishes with my feet / thinking of that empty house as the shadows stretched / fists punch up through the ground / scatter milk teeth / bloom into hyenas / there are no rules in these hours / this is where magic lives / the blue in green / where time shrugs like a sieve / all the other houses yawn in their sleep / I am delirious

Contributor

February 2020

Preti Taneja

Contributor

February 2020

PRETI TANEJA is a writer and activist, and Professor of World Literature and Creative Writing at Newcastle University, UK. Her...

In conversation: Preti Taneja and Gina Apostol

Feature

February 2020

Gina Apostol

Preti Taneja

Feature

February 2020

Adelaide, Writers Week, March 2019. It was 41 degrees, and it was the furthest I have ever flown. I was standing at the fringes...

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fiction

March 2017

Snow

Hoda Barakat

TR. Marilyn Booth

fiction

March 2017

Hoda Barakat’s The Kingdom of this Earth turns to the history of Lebanese Maronite Christians, from the Mandate period...

Interview

August 2016

Interview with Brian Evenson

J. W. McCormack

Interview

August 2016

There are at least three Brian Evensons, all of them EXCEEDINGLY IMPROBABLE. First, there’s Brian Evenson, the prolific author of...

fiction

Issue No. 17

Harmless Like You

Rowan Hisayo Buchanan

fiction

Issue No. 17

Interstate 95, September 2016   Celeste sat on the front seat wearing her black turtleneck sweater. She had three...

 

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