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An end of week recap “Oppressive language does more than represent violence; it is violence; does more than represent the limits of knowledge; it limits knowledge.” – Toni Morrison (born 18th February 1931) This is a post in which I summarise books read, reviewed and currently on my TBR shelf. In addition to a variety of literary titbits, I look ahead to forthcoming features, see what’s on the…

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This summer, I've gone down the rabbit hole on a story about how good coffee got in Vietnam.

If you want to find out, quickly--get yourself to Workshop coffee at 27 Ngo Duc Ke and just order everything. 

I have literally lost my mind in this place, which I treat as some bizarro-world opium den. I'll come in and just spend my entire day loading up on wonderful Red Bourbon and Lao Typica and Indian Peaberry. 

Some days, I seem to drink gallons of the stuff and disappear into what I have no doubt are the borderline stages of Caffeine-Induced Psychosis. 

On Saturday, I celebrated the return of one Will Frith with a coffee bender that included a single-origin ristretto, an espresso, a cappuccino and what probably amounted to a liter and a half of assorted filter coffee (Kenya, Laos, Vietnam).

Here, Mr. Frith poured me an El Salvadoran bean roasted by some Singaporean muckity mucks. The names are all gone--along with most of the specific memories of the day.

I hope I never forget how goddamned good this cup tasted.

The words "plum," "cloves" "vanilla bean" and "maple sweetness" were printed on the label.

But none of those really suffice to describe the flavor.

Afterwords: Interview with translator Will Firth

An interview with the translator of this week's Macedonian Sunday European Fiction in B O D Y as well as next week's Russian fiction. What, you mean to say you don't translate from more than one language? Oh, the shame of it!