Sunday and the beautiful and sleek and unsmiling and too good for us Mavala Shikongo is gone. Second to last single woman teacher at an all boy's boarding school so far in the veld even the baboons feel sorry for us. They come and shit by our doors. Yes, Mavala Shikongo has escaped Goas after only a scant three weeks. She's found a better posting at a junior primary in Grootfontein. But twenty-one days was enough for us all, single or divorced or wanting to be divorced, decrepit or spry, morally repugnant or generally decentevery last one of us-to fall in love with her. She ignored us, twenty-one and one-half days we were invisible. Long schoolday afternoons she never once stopped by Aunty Wilhelmina's fence to monger the latest lies, only went home to her books.She was studying for a university course in England by correspondence, it was said. She's not satisfied, it was said. She doesn't even want to be a teacher, it was said, she wants to be an accountant. She's going somewhere in t…
Aisha Sabatini Sloan
Episode 22: “Form and Formlessness”
In an essay specially commissioned for the podcast, Aisha Sabatini Sloan describes rambling around Paris with her father, Lester Sloan, a longtime staff photographer for Newsweek, and a glamorous woman who befriends them. In an excerpt from The Art of Fiction no. 246, Rachel Cusk and Sheila Heti discuss how writing her first novel helped Cusk discover her “shape or identity or essence.” Next, Allan Gurganus’s reading of his story “It Had Wings,” about an arthritic woman who finds a fallen angel in her backyard, is interspersed with a version of the story rendered as a one-woman opera by the composer Bruce Saylor. The episode closes with “Dear Someone,” a poem by Deborah Landau.
Rachel Cusk photo courtesy the author.
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