Jakarta isn’t a walkable city. Footpaths, where they exist, look like they’ve been showered with meteors. The traffic is an engorged snake of cars, motorbikes, angkots, street vendors. Green spaces are almost unheard of, and many choose to wear sanitationRead more…
We’re thrilled to be supporting the inaugural Feminist Writers Festival, taking place in Melbourne from 26-28 August this year. We’ll be featuring interviews with several artists and Committee members over the coming months in the lead up to the event.Read more…
‘So where are you from?’ the hostel receptionist asks. After seven hours of very little sleep on a terrifyingly bumpy sleeper bus, the quiet, calm reception area feels like a five-star hotel – except you need to pre-pay in not-too-crumpledRead more…
When I see the taxi driver, my heart immediately sinks. Not again, I think. He’s a short, portly Indian man, and he is busy talking on the phone. I glance at Chris, beside me, who gives me the same lookRead more…
You know that feeling when you start reading a book, and you feel your spine tingle, and your mouth gets dry, and you just feel so excited by how good it is? That’s how I felt reading every one ofRead more…
