Bilinguals overwhelmingly report that they feel like different people in different languages. It is often assumed that the mother tongue is the language of the true self. (…) But, it first languages are reservoirs of emotion, second languages can be rivers undammed, freeing their speakers to ride different currents.
Love in Translation by Lauren Collins from the New Yorker, August 8 & 15, 2016
New Yorker Cover, March 5th, 2012 - “Second Ave Line” by Roz Chast
A classic New Yorker cover, showing the much-maligned Second Avenue Subway (still five years from completion of even Phase 1 at the time of publication) wending its way past a series of increasingly unlikely stations. Papua New Guinea, Saturn and the Yukon Territories are my favourites.
The New Yorker hit me up to do a piece on American Horror Story: Freak Show. The Morbidity Museum seemed like the perfect metaphor for our fetishism and exoticism for different bodies and how we react to them.