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August 16, 2015

You’re a dude and you’re well-intentioned and you want to distinguish yourself from the innumerable fuckbois out there, so you give yourself a new moniker: ally

August 9, 2015

“Books, once they are written, have no need of their authors.” So wrote Elena Ferrante in a correspondence with The New Yorker’s James Wood. This lovely quip is intended as justification of Ferrante’s preference for anonymity (probably pseudonymity); why she insists on being reclusive, out-hermitting even Pynchon. We know that she’s a she because she […]

July 19, 2015

Imagine, after a period of damnable mental decline, you go and see your GP and they prescribe you a SSRI or SSNI

July 12, 2015

This feature, you will notice, deviates from the other articles in this issue and of Salient’s oeuvre—it is a photo-essay, of a sort, and should be interpreted as such first and foremost. However, the terrain of bodies, and especially the way they intersect with issues of sexualisation, commodification, shame, self-doubt, make them fraught territory to […]

June 1, 2015

I’d like to take a brief moment to offer a massive shout-out to all the parents in the place with style and grace, whether “regular” or “step-” or otherwise. Even in practical terms the responsibility is daunting. Sleepless nights spent tending to mewling, projectile-shitting devilspawn. Dealing with terrible twos and terrible teens (Mother, Father: I’m […]

May 24, 2015

The best places to take a dump on campus We begin the spans of our lives as helpless, yowling, crying, shitting menaces. We don’t really evolve from this stage of infancy so much as learn to hide our true selves better. So, as appallingly biological as it is, even as “mature” “adults” we still shit, […]

May 24, 2015

In terms of a linear narrative I can only offer you this: on Saturday, I had acquired enough of a quiet accord with David Mitchell (either “Not that David Mitchell!” or “Yes, that David Mitchell!” depending on how you prefer to spend your free time) that he offered me a “sup” nod of recognition when […]

May 17, 2015

Ever walked past a construction site with a friend? Tyres squeal, diggers crunch, the yells of the foreman at unpredictable moments sound like a rasping opera singer. Amongst the cacophony you might be privy to the death-rattle of a spade being dragged across concrete, the dissonant hum of some industrial equipment that enters your taringas […]

May 3, 2015

Logan Brown: Better Than Double Brown?