Love and romance, dating and friendship, loneliness and community, all set against the terror of aging.
Down at the end of Nabrawy and Hussein El Me’mar Pasha streets, just minutes from Tahrir Square, lies one of those improbable Cairo junctions that seem to suggest an entire world.
Yasmine El Rashidi
For decades, Laila Soueif has been a familiar sight at protests across Cairo.
The writer Youssef Rakha is the only child of a former Marxist lawyer and a translator.
The Pasha Resurrects:
What ‘Isa Ibn Hisham Told Us
Sometime in the late 1890s, a struggling writer named ‘Isa took a walk in the City of the Dead.
In all cases, it was a beautiful film to make
Amr Ezzat has always had vivid dreams.
I mean, if all else fails, I’ll always have butchery. Or I guess I could work in a funeral home.
The Delicacy of Radicalism
Letter from the Creative Director
The issue of
you hold in your hands has a photograph affixed to its cover.
It Was a Publisher’s Idea
On the Bidoun Library.
Michael Stevenson: The deck is always stacked
It is a rare Marxist who does not believe in God but swears that the existence of the devil can be proven by the swing of a door.
“If I can read a description of a work and that’s all that you need to know about the work, it’s probably not a very interesting work.”
Negar Azimi, Michael C. Vazquez
It’s very weird, because you can change the meaning just by taking a bath beforehand, or having a fight with your mother. I’m a moody singer.
“I have friends in high school who went to the front line, they come back to school… or they don’t come back, and there’s a red tulip sitting in the chair next to you, and you know that the person is not coming back.”
“We pretend that sex is some sort of unified animal instinct and that everyone shares it. That’s true at some level, obviously, but our desires are our own. And they are little pathways into our consciousness.”
Anna Della Subin
“My favorite present to give people used to be a seahorse. They cost twenty pence or something — in those days it was probably a florin — in a little shop that sold straw and raffia and natural products of that kind. For a long time I wanted to write about seahorses, because the male carries the baby.”
One could argue that the thirteenth edition of Documenta, the Kassel quinquennial that ran for one hundred days last summer, was the most
Sohrab Mohebbi, Tom Francis, Clare Davies
Jugdeo’s video employs minimal means to inhabit his own outsiderness.
“Revolution happened. The poor became rich, the rich became poor. The lady that used to have to look in the water to see her face, now she has a mirror. They raped the pyramids. The farmer who used to go to the field with an axe, now he goes with a gun. Three people leave their homes in the morning, two come back in the evening.”
“I started selling posters because I thought I could make more money that way than parking cars. Simple as that. I saw somebody else selling posters and I basically just copied their business. It was a total lack of imagination.”