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Orit Gat is a writer living in London. She is a contributing editor of The White Review.


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On Marriage, Netflix, and Other Things I Hate

Book Review

June 2023

Orit Gat

Book Review

June 2023

1. ‘It’s kind of crazy to shop at Target, watch Netflix, drive a Honda, and still have a husband.’   Marriage falls into a...

Book Review

July 2022

It’s Personal: Writing and Reading Through Grief

Orit Gat

Book Review

July 2022

1. A spill  I’m drinking coffee in bed and reading The Reactor. I feel so close to everything Nick...

KARA   I’ve been doing this lately, leaving the flat when Luke’s at work, switching the phone to airplane mode It feels like practice, like I’m building up to something   London is skittish and excitable, a collective disquiet in the dusk The fires have been lit and the air is cinder toffee and carbon I’m following the dark gleam of the river Lea, the domes of light over Canary Wharf No one knows I’m here and the feeling is sweet and weightless like candy floss   I waited until Luke had crossed the square, disappeared on to Mile End Road, before I grabbed the ankle boots from the cupboard, dusted my face with bronzing powder He’d left towels on the bathroom floor, a sheen of condensation on the walls I rubbed a circle in the mirror, raced through the ritual: orange lipstick, copper eyeshadow, black kohl The minutes had colluded with him as he paced and nitpicked in the hallway, I thought he’d never go   Canning Town is there, a mute glow beyond the pylons and recycling plants of Star Lane Visibility is patchy, a brownish fog rising from the marshes at Leamouth The terrain is deeply ingrained, I could draw all its lanes and alleys if I had to, but tonight it plays tricks, forges duplicates and wrong turnings I crisscross avenues of crashed cars and high brick walls, stopping sometimes to look through padlocked gates There are yards inside yards, palettes burning like signalling beacons It should be easy to find Idris, to follow the map with the Ordnance Arms circled in black The lines are scored deep, still legible in the half-light of stalled construction sites Seeing him in September had caught me off guard; he was suddenly there in front of McDonald’s, eyes lasering through the crowds I’d been out of circulation so long I’d started to think I’d imagined those years before Luke; they were like pages in a dream journal, marvellous and unreachable But in the blue-white light of that shopping centre, with its auto-tuned pop and

Contributor

August 2014

Orit Gat

Contributor

August 2014

Orit Gat is a writer living in London. She is a contributing editor of The White Review.

Essay

September 2020

Three Finals

Orit Gat

Essay

September 2020

1998   In the summer of 2006, at a bar off Odéon, a girl I didn’t know drew a...

Anna Wiener’s ‘Uncanny Valley’

Book Review

February 2020

Orit Gat

Book Review

February 2020

1. SF vs NY   Anna Wiener found herself in the right place at the right time. That is, if that was what she...
James Bridle’s ‘New Dark Age’

Book Review

October 2018

Orit Gat

Book Review

October 2018

Halfway through James Bridle’s foreboding, at times terrifying, but ultimately motivating account of our technological present, he recounts a scene from a magazine article...
Women and Technology: History is a Cautionary Tale

Book Review

April 2018

Orit Gat

Book Review

April 2018

Few book reviews open with amateur rap, but: ‘back in the day when new media was new,’ goes the first line of a song...
Scroll, Skim, Stare

feature

Issue No. 16

Orit Gat

feature

Issue No. 16

1.   This is an essay about contemporary art that includes no examples. It includes no examples because its subject – artists’ websites, their...
What Can an Art Magazine Be?

feature

Issue No. 10

Orit Gat

feature

Issue No. 10

What can an art magazine be? Today, as the publishing industry reassesses its role in the age of the internet, the pioneering art magazine Metronome provides...

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poetry

December 2011

The Pitch

Minashita Kiriu

TR. Jeffrey Angles

poetry

December 2011

Dripping excitedly from my earlobes And falling over my crowded routines A rain of Lucretius’ atoms Is just beginning...

fiction

January 2014

To Kill a Dog

Samanta Schweblin

TR. Brendan Lanctot

fiction

January 2014

The Mole says: name, and I answer. I waited for him at the indicated location and he picked me...

Interview

Issue No. 16

Interview with Gary Indiana

Michael Barron

Interview

Issue No. 16

In July 2015, T: The New York Times Style Magazine gathered twenty-eight ‘artists, writers, performers, musicians and intellectuals who...

 

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