Time is an illusion. Sunday, doubly so.

As is the case with so much African fiction, the claims that “Bombay’s Republic” makes about history don’t so much occur in a real historiographic vacuum as they occur in the context of a long history of Africa being read as a historiographic vacuum.

Sunday is English for Sunday.

On May 1st, the short list for the "Caine Prize for African Writing" was released, and like last year, I and a group of intrepid bloggers will read and blog about the five stories in the next month and a half (schedule TBD). If you are a blogger, and also if you are not, join

"WTF. He's got a crow in his hair. If you haven't seen the picture, google it. He's got an actual crow, a crow, a bird, a crow, a crow, a bird, in his hair, he's got a crow, a bird. He's got a bird just chilling out. He's got a crow, an actual crow..."

Sunday rhymes with Zungu, especially on Zaturday.

Why? Because it's there.

“our context at the time was seeing what’s happening in the City of Oakland...my fear is a longterm occupation with a number of tents where we have an undergraduate student and a non-affiliate and there’s an incident. And then I’m reporting to a parent that a nonaffiliate has done this unthinkable act with your daughter,

...however much the show might occasionally be tempted by the jouissance that Davis celebrates and represents -- the overriding imperative to work as little as possible -- the show’s much more powerful rebuke to that perspective comes from the incredible labor that goes into hand-stitching the feathered Indian costumes worn to great effect by Albert

Today, Sunday happens on Sunday. But it doesn't always.

This week, we begin and end with briefs.

"The right of the people to be secure in their persons, houses, papers, and effects shall not be violated unless it would be difficult to determine whether individual detainees fall within the proposed exemption. No Warrants shall issue but upon probable cause and describing the place to be searched except in cases where the seriousness

Because it isn't Sunday, it is Sunday.

It's Sunday somewhere.

...if truth and fiction are not black and white – and they are not – then it is simply not enough to condemn Mike Daisey for lying...