From THE IMPOSTOR: In five minutes he’s in the woods, with the sound of water nearby. The undergrowth is striped through with early light. A blue and yellow butterfly flits around him, signalling its beauty. The path is following the kloof, heading towards its...
In this sublime setting, worlds removed from what passes for normal life, taken care of as guest and in the company of others for lunch and dinner daily, for drives, shopping, conversations of every sort, I have found not only the peace to write willingly, but the way...
Like many artists I spend much of my time doing stuff to make a living, some of it ok, some bearable and some the kind of work one does whilst thinking, so much an hour will fix the gutter, or this will get me three tanks of petrol, or at best, that Corb chair that I...
“I’m sorry, my darling, but it’s not good news,” said Dr Doolabh, gently tilting his head to the side, as if to cushion the blow, “it’s cancer.” Inside I felt a distinct crack and heard the unequivocal sound, heard only by me, of a tendon snapping. In time, I would...
I come from a country in which it is not safe for a woman to walk alone at night. This freedom is restricted in many other places in the world too. Few women can unselfconsciously entrust their bodies to an even road, assume the protection of streetlights or the...
