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 <note>Interview  | India


Rana Dasgupta James Kidd


Delhi is a place of discussion, a place where people are talking about the future in ways that are different from other places I have lived in. Reality here is complex and ambiguous. It can�t easily be explained, and it may still go in many directions. It is precisely that openness that creates a fertile environment for ideas; nothing is foreclosed.


		





Fiction | Asia


The Yarra Nam Le


Most people recognise my brother only through one of his tabloid nicknames: the Meat Cleaver Murderer. He was there on the bank that night. Here�s what most people won�t know � what I�ve never spoken about: I was there with him.


		





Memoir | China


Memories of My Flute Teacher Liao Yiwu


After the bloody crackdown, I couldn�t contain my anger. I worked through the night composing my poem, �Massacre�, then read it into a tape recorder and had copies distributed across the country. The tape formed the basis of the charges against me: counter-revolutionary instigation and conspiracy. The media crowned me �a poet with dissenting views�, but, to be honest, I wasn�t even sure what my political views were.</note>
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