About 50 pages into Ferenc Barnás’s The Parasite I settled myself down for a ride that I thought would be like one of Thomas Bernhard’s, but darker, and more oblique
Car Park Life – Gareth E. Rees
The account of people claiming public space, although these car parks may be far from the standard health and safety regulations, starts to sound heroic in a country where most land is owned by the landed gentry and public spaces and buildings are continuously being marked for “development.”
Mirrorlands: Russia, China, and the Journeys in Between – Ed Pulford
Pulford’s persona in this book, like all other Englishmen interested in Russia, is Anthony Burgess manqué.
Transcending beards and time in Istanbul’s suddenly hip neighborhood.