If decolonisation is to mean anything, it must surely mean that books of London and of Lagos are read on their own terms, and there is no additional burden of translation upon the latter.
In a collection that explores the multifarious ways that as a species we’re destined to die a miserable death in a hell of our own making on an extravagantly ruined planet, there are small glimpses of what might save us
In most versions of “Little Red Riding Hood,” after all, the wolf is eventually split open. Manickavel’s work joins a range of contemporary fantasy writers not in subverting the original, but in lingering upon this late aspect of the tale.
Reading “Good Hunting,” which fuses Sinology with speculative fiction, makes me feel something I can’t quite articulate, between the Eureka spark of insight and the quiet thrill of winning a game.
