The European Review of Books #09

A magazine of culture and ideas in English and in a writer’s own tongue.

Blue, this time with a layer of aquamarine. Zaporizhzhia’s nuclear plant, rails that still run through Ukraine’s war, and a Ukrainian great-grandmother turned pro-Russian cosplay icon. Plants in Bulgaria and Western wellness, Bolívar’s tongue stretched across continents. Untranslatable names, Joséphine Baker on Palestine’s seafront, and a liquid Europe.

Books? Review? Europe? A European Review of Books would sound thrice-doomed. And yet here we are. The ERB is made up of the things you'd expect: fiction, essays, poetry, art, and reviews. It contains stuff about Europe and stuff from Europe. Long-form and short-form. But there are also things inside you might not expect to find: pops of colours, 'pearls' of wisdom, multilingual articles, and pages joined together by perforated edges which need to be (gently) torn open with fingers, giving an altogether new reading experience and allowing you to keep track of your progress through the publication.