“This text was written at the end of 1962, after my return from Algeria. For me the text is the matrix for Tombeau pour cinq cent mille soldats.” P.G.

A stupid tweet by a nobody, meant as a parody, somehow goes viral and the internet offers up death threats.

Philology keeps it possible to open a space for the minority.

Mike Wilson’s literature is a fast trip through the American night, drawn in melancholy images of great beauty.

Old-school publisher, avant-garde dandy, undisputed expert on the global history of Dada: Raphaëlle Milone paints an intimate but unsparing portrait of a man who belonged perhaps to a dying breed but is still remembered vividly.

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