The Writing Life

Photo: Alice Driver

My Own Trap

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Two years ago, when I was living in Mexico City in a rented room that faced a noisy gas station and made me an insomniac for the first time in my life, I got the news that my book, More or Less Dead: Feminicide, Haunting, and the Ethics of Representation in Mexico, would be published.

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Patrick Bouquet

Not Travel Writing

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Last week in Mumbai, trying to recover from some respiratory bug that is clinging like scale to my throat and lungs, I stared at the brick walls of my room, and listened to the barks and yells and mumbles from the street against a background of near-constant honking horns.

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On Change

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A few months ago I started swimming in the morning.

I used to think I hated swimming in the morning. I thought: I’m not a morning person. I’m too hungry, too heavy, too slow. No way. But then, one day, trying to find a way to give my days a better structure, I thought, surely it’s worth a try.

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