Three Extracts

We dreamt of a world without people We had an authoritarian upbringing. Were we the better for it? A totalitarian upbringing. Were other people the better for it? A German dog-training method had made our parents dedicated adherents of behaviourism. Healthy discipline could only lead to a better organised party, family and state. A conditioned…

Cocooning with a View

Glocal Literature by Pol Hoste When he’s in Montreal, to him forever Montréal, his thoughts often drift back to when he was a young boy sitting with his family staring in silence at a sooty black cauldron full of pig swill. But when he’s at home in his own little back garden, it’s as if he’s (almost) swamped…

My Head is a Small Boat to America

An Extract from Pol Hoste’s Montréal, Carnet II 30 Brussels, Zaventem Take a seat in a plane. There are radishes, there is whisky, celery, brown rice. Thank the farmers and the fishermen. – And the thin light? The flight engineer clicks my body securely in place, gives it wings, we’re floating to Montréal. Encre. I…