The Lime TreeSeeing double rows of elegant lime trees around the main square of his hometown of Colonel Pringles, our narrator who could well be the author himself, although nothing is guaranteed in a book by Csar Aira suddenly recalls the Sunday mornings of his childhood, when his father would take him to gather the lime flower blossoms from which he made tea. Beginning with his father, handsome and black and working class, and his strikingly grotesque mother,

In a nameless suburb in an equally nameless country

In her visionary debut

The Southern Ocean Review

Mai Ghoussoub – a Tribute

and previously unpublished in the UK

Jad El Hage

Irish Independent

Jacqueline Saphra

Pak loves to sing and make up his own songs

Michael Mackmin

Leslie Thompson’s life was not without its tragedies

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