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Virginia Woolf

Ark Review/Essays

We still need a room of one’s own

In 1929, Virginia Woolf wrote a manifesto in prose form, the well-known A Room of One’s Own. In this essay, short text, whatever you want to call it, she reflects on the relationship between women and fiction. Overall, she exposes to the greater audience the idea (and reality) that 1. through history, women have been denied… Keep Reading

Ark Review

Manifesto Month

This month on the Ark Review we are teaming up with kbh Læser to explore the form of the manifesto! We have a whole bunch of stuff planned. Franel Korbanski will (likely) be meditating on the impossibility and importance of translation by looking at the Translatological Manifesto by the renowned Polish poet and translator, Stanisław… Keep Reading

Book reviews/Musings

Six Books for Anti-Leisure

This month has been all about leisure, but at Ark we are also all about that hard work. Some books just have to be read despite their tedious sentences, wacky logic or complete lack of grammatical coherence. It’s tough, but someone’s gotta do. Here are a few staff picks, for when you feel like giving… Keep Reading

Ark Review/Musings

The right books in the right places

It’s July! Or, as it is known in Denmark, the month where almost literally everybody is on vacation. The city is empty, the streets are quiet and shops, with the exception of ark books, are closed. This month we will be tackling all things leisurely and bookish, with as much patience, time and space as… Keep Reading

Ark Review/Musings

Books for Leisure — Seven Summer Reads

It’s July! Or, as it is known in Denmark, the month where almost literally everybody is on vacation. The cities empty, the streets are quiet and shops, with the exception of ark books, are closed. This month we will be tackling all things leisurely and bookish, with as much patience, time and space as this… Keep Reading

Musings

Warming Up: Street haunting is the greatest of pleasures

Like Virginia Woolf’s needed excuse ‘for walking half across London between tea and dinner,’ I want an excuse to roam Nørrebro, the part of Copenhagen I feel I know the best, this fine Wednesday forenoon. But I lack a purpose. That is true: to escape is the greatest of pleasures; street haunting in winter the… Keep Reading

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