For itself – François Matarasso

Other People’s Books: some recommendations

Over past year or two, I’ve had a series of conversations with people about books they’ve been working on. Some

Earlier this year, I decided to move to France. It was a painful choice, forced on me by the UK’s

I have a lot of conversations with, or about, young artists—people rather new to participatory work, even if they have

Like most people with a mixed heritage, I expect, I’ve had to think a good deal about identity—my own and

A few months ago, I had a call from Mohan Rana. His calls tend to come out of the blue:

A little over 30 years ago—in May 1989 to be exact—the Communist authorities in Hungary began to dismantle the barbed

Can there be anything left to say about the Shoah? Surely every story has been heard, every angle covered, every

The dreadful killing of George Floyd has further consciousness of Black Lives Matter as an idea, a movement and an

My father, Robert, was born in Salonica (Thessaloniki, in Northern Greece) in 1927. His father, Isaac, was a doctor, while

‘I have confidence in life, which I love. I have confidence in my own body, far more intelligent than us