In Issue 34’s third cover story, Jason Diamond catches up with Brian Cox as he swaps Succession for the West End. Photography Tom Johnson, Brian Cox wears DIOR SS24 throughout.
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Ke Huy Quan’s role in Everything Everywhere All at Once won him an Oscar and a new generation of fans. He discusses his return to acting and rich career with friend and Loki costar Tom Hiddleston in Issue 34’s second cover story. Photography Buck Ellison.
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Enjoyed writing about sci fi book collecting, this weekend for HTSI Financial Times

If you would like a break, I profiled Franz Rogowski, the excellent German actor whose outfits in Passages made you all want to die, for the cover of PORT Magazine: port-magazine.com/film/franz-rog…

Past Lives saw Teo Yoo in the sort of role he’s been looking for his whole career. In Issue 33’s second cover feature, he talked to Simran Hans about finding a home for himself, and the athletic sensibility in his acting. Photography LESS.
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'Inque Magazine is a literary force that will memorialise our time.' It's Nice That on issue two... Thanks for the kind review...

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A season of sudden alarms! New fiction from Joyce Carol Oates in the new issue of INQUE MAGAZINE

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The tough lives of the previous boom generation. Photographed by Thomas Prior as part of our Mining for AI essay by Kate Crawford. 'Life became a burden. Dynamite was his way to the other side.'

Big thanks to Dan Crowe for the copy of INQUE #2 INQUE MAGAZINE w/the first instalment of my on-going part work An Open Letter To Astonishment. And what a line-up! Print only, no adverts, get it here: inquemag.com

Of course, a Paul Davis drawing always helps. A gallery of 'em are in issue two.
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Luminous new work from Nicholson Baker in the new issue of INQUE.
'I love mushrooms, lichen, oak leaves, the edges of things, buckets of house paint on ladders, moons of all kinds, tiny bicycles, and small ornamental bridges.'

A cheeky reminder that INQUE won the British Society of Magazine Editors BSME 'Launch of The Year' for our launch issue last year. Well done to the whole team- writers, artists, thinkers and poets - who were part of it.

How wonderful to be teamed with the uber-talented Nicole Tung writing about historical memory, war crimes and the importance of documenting atrocities correctly. The Reckoning Project

As the war in Ukraine rages, crimes of enormous brutality are committed every day. The difficult work of recording the facts is indispensable to how future generations will understand this terror. Incredible essay by the iconic reporter Janine di Giovanni
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This is one of the most exciting essays in the new issue…

I SAW A BLACK BRA HANGING FROM A TELEPHONE WIRE
I SAW A WINDMILL ON ITS SIDE LIKE A GIGANTIC GEAR TURNING ON ITSELF
A BARN SINKING SLOWLY
A TOP HAT WITH A HEAD STILL INSIDE BALANCED ON A LEGLESS TABLE

…Remembering the Tom Waits (ANTI-) poem for the launch issue of INQUE

I’m in the second issue of INQUE MAGAZINE writing about moving to london, hearing the underground, doors, forests and a suspicion that the tube network thinks about us. The mag is a monumental project with work from Sheila Heti Annie Ernaux Will Self Heidi Julavits & more

In a world dominated by corporate publishing, independent writers can feel powerless. Starting your own magazine, building your own press, such as UGLY DUCKLING PRESSE, provides one avenue for a new relationship with words. By Rachel Allen.
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As a city is built throughout the years, construction and demolition make layers - spaces in which the past, partly paved over, can reappear. In lost tube stations, we glimpse other possibilities, and maybe other ways of knowing. Matthew Turner takes a trip down...

“I confess I do not believe in time. I like to fold my magic carpet, after use, in such a way as to superimpose one part of the pattern upon another.”

Such a beautiful essay by Nabokov on, and around, butterflies. June edition 1948

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