By Narendra Pachkhede in London. The Man without a CV.

By Narendra Pachkhede in London. I had gone there thinking about Britain’s racial politics and found myself thinking about the weight placed on individual Black lives when collective politics weakens and institutions become hungry for symbols.

By Narendra Pachkhede. Odysseus must leave home once more. He must carry the instrument of his voyage beyond the reach of the story that made him heroic, into a country where his name, his ordeals and the sea itself possess no authority.

By Narendra Pachkhede. And who speaks for Gaza?

By Narendra Pachkhede. His music was steeped in jazz and cabaret; his dialogue was in the Beiruti dialect, his wit was mordant. He wrote not of cedars but of unpaid rent, not of timeless landscapes, but of shifting alliances. He did not so much mock Lebanon’s hypocrisies as make them speak.