A writer and jazz-lover revisits a few of her earliest memories of the genre and takes a look at jazz as not only a style of music, but as a form of heritage.
Nick Mulgrew investigates his own place in a nation obsessed with rugby through this engaging personal essay.
Good writing, lavish parties and revelry of the highest order. Read Olivia Rose Walton’s piece on The Paris Review’s 60th Annual Spring Revel.
Back in 1998, when you sat down in front of a computer and connected – via squeals and burps and digital gurgling noises – to the Internet, you had to be creative.
Athambile Masola writes about a conflicting personal encounter at the Sea Point promenade.
“Some writers run, and some runners write, no matter how much we may try and do to stop them.” Liam Kruger digs into the analogy between writing and running.
Taking the overcrowded Train 9497 from Khayelitsha station into the Cape Town CBD, Lidudumalingani finds himself aboard a moving church.
Ever thought that dogs in books may be more than just cute additions? In her essay for Prufrock, Rosa Lyster gives a brief overview of the dogs in literature and the purposes they serve.
“It’s time for some kindness, baby.” Writer, blogger and podcast co-host Tshego Senne pens herself a letter of self-love.
From graphic novels and short texts, to iconic, groundbreaking pieces of literature, five authors share with us, the writing they take their inspiration from.
10 more thoughts on impermanent employment by former magazine editor and current freelancer, Annie Brookstone, still freelancing, still in her pyjamas.
Full-time bookseller and part-time dinner party enthusiast André Sales whips up an easy to follow recipe with a delightful dose of history.
“Which is to say, love is the prerequisite that begets any other kind of possibility. Perhaps that’s what it boils down to.”
We speak to the co-ordinator of Kimberley’s first ever book fair about banned books, cherished writers, and the need for more literary festivals in Africa.
Two young girls sit at home after school to talk boys, looks and love letters in this short story by Pravasan Pillay.