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CARROT JUICE If I like something, I want to eat it every day at the same place and at the same time, until I feel sick at the sight of it and yearn for a new experience. I considered myself lucky when, about a month ago, a new bistro opened on Shepherd’s Bush Road next to the

FUCK MORE: THE IMPOTENCE MEN A few days ago I was asking a friend, a man the same age as me, about the efficacy of the dick pump - described in a previous dispatch - and given to me as a seventieth birthday present. He should know, I thought, having given the pump a whirl

Last night, Isabella was reading to me from the newspaper. Listening to her, while thinking of other things, I suddenly said, “What do you think we would be doing now, you and I, if this accident hadn’t happened?” Her face changed. With some distress, she said, “We can’t go

Hanif Kureishi’s Relentlessly Revealing Memoir - The Atlantic theatlantic.com/magazine/archi…

"I want to feel as excited as the Right-wing nutters; I want to believe that things will improve", writes Hanif Kureishi Read more: standard.co.uk/comment/hanif-…

BOOK REVIEW Reviewer Kevin Brown lives in the experience of being "Shattered," a #memoir by novelist Hanif Kureishi, giving us insight & a desire to read & engage. Hanif Kureishi Ecco @kevinbrownwrites theintima.org/book-reviews-i… #MedTwitter #nurses Columbia University Columbia SPS

“I am determined to keep writing, it has never mattered to me more.” Hanif Kureishi on trauma, recovery and what it means to be a writer. lithub.com/after-the-fall…

#Friday Reads Hanif Kureishi SHATTERED Ecco A fall, at home. A testimony to the resilience of spirit, a tribute to a mind unconquered by adversity.

Following its successful debut year in 2024, the second Ealing Book Festival at Pitzhanger Manor & Gallery Clare Gough in April 2025 sees a line-up including Hanif Kureishi Hanif Kureishi, Tracy Chevalier & Konnie Huq Konnie Huq to discuss their work. ealing.news/arts-culture/e…

Set in London in 1989, The Black Album by Hanif Kureishi celebrates its thirtieth anniversary this month. Here is its original hardback, next to the paperback edition. 'A marvellous, impatient adventure.' Sunday Times faber.co.uk/product/978057…

Shattered paperback will be published 05 June. Pre-order here: penguin.co.uk/books/458978/s…

REMEMBER YOU MUST DIE My friend Peter has prostate cancer; his wife has lung cancer. John has throat cancer and is receiving chemotherapy. Marianne has bowel cancer and is undergoing immunotherapy. Isaac has prostate cancer, urinates all the time, and screams as he does so.

THERE IS HOPE, BUT NOT FOR US While chugging up Shepherd's Bush Road with a friend and turning left onto Goldhawk Road, I see a dead body. There is huge activity: sirens screaming, police cars, and ambulances rushing about. We can go no further; the street has been taped off.

Dear Readers, I recently appeared on my friend Bella Freud's podcast, Fashion Neurosis. Have a listen here. open.spotify.com/episode/5iHLqZ…

THE FUCK-IT MANIFESTO Yesterday, Isabella and I went down to Hammersmith to give notice of our forthcoming marriage, a legal requirement, where we were separated and asked a series of questions to ensure that we actually knew each other and had, indeed, met before. Seated in a

THE SHOCK OF LIFE I am wheeling down to the café on Brook Green with an ex-student who begins to talk about a theory of ‘transformative experience’, which I understand to be experiences that switch you from one way of seeing to another, where you cannot, intellectually or

MUSN'T GRUMBLE Around seven-thirty in the morning, when I returned home after completing my paper round, I would find my mother and grandmother in our living room, moaning. The subject of the moans would remain consistent. The weather, of course, was either too hot or too cold;