There are an ever-increasing number of East and Southeast Asian creators making excellent comics and graphic novels. It’s not all tragic memoir, either – as this list will show.
Who is responsible for writing down history? Who decides which stories make the cut? Is it up to us to ensure our narratives are passed on and archived before our passing?
These questions, though lofty, are important ones to ask.
2020, was an epoch of its own that changed us all.
We began the year in comfort. Comfortable in our own routines and chaos that left us far removed from our own truth and in most instances, the realities of others. As the year progressed, ‘normalness’ was disrupted.
How, and how often should you talk to your partner about race? This piece looks at how to navigate these difficult conversations, in light of the BLM movement in America.
Anahit Behrooz revisits Kazuo Ishiguro’s Never Let Me Go in the light of the recent pandemic.
A poem by Bee Asha that explores how our awareness of physical touch has changed in lockdown, our inner anxieties left untold and the dramatic reactions that can come from such an unprecedented situation.
+3 On Having a Portfolio Career by Krishan Coupland So. What do you do? It’s a question so common that […]
I go to the bathroom to splash my face, prolonging the inevitable. Instead, I curl up on the bathroom mat and let out short gasping sobs. An old acquaintance comes again. Some other distant part of me wishes someone had informed Anxiety about social distancing.
My excuse for forgetting birthdays has always been that I’m busy. In the world before, I travel for work. I live between several countries, am part of several extended families on three continents. I remember the A5 format menu plan sellotaped to the wall in my mother’s kitchen. She ran her busy constituency office from the cane chairs arranged on the front verandah of our house, but the menu plan was the core structure by which she organised our lives. I came to believe when I’d learned every dish on that list my mother’s work on earth would be done. So naturally I refused to learn how to cook.
It’s funny, how my parents usually know that it’s raining in Edinburgh before I do. They are avid weather app users and will provide daily weather reports during our WhatsApp calls. My mum will exclaim “it was so warm today in Datca; we couldn’t leave the house to even go to the beach!” She’ll then follow the exclamation with a timid and consolatory tone, telling me that they’ve already checked the weather for me…