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Tausif Noor
Tausif Noor is a critic and doctoral student at the University of California Berkeley, where he studies modern and contemporary art history. His writing on art, literature, and visual culture appears in Artforum, frieze, The Nation, The New York Times and other venues, as well as in artist catalogues and various edited volumes.

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Devil in the Detail: on Leesa Gazi’s ‘Hellfire’

Book Review

July 2021

Tausif Noor

Book Review

July 2021

British-Bangladeshi novelist Tahmima Anam’s debut A Golden Age (2007) tracks the early stirrings of revolution in East Bengal from the 1950s to the climax...

Art Review

May 2019

Simone Fattal, Works and Days

Tausif Noor

Art Review

May 2019

For the last five decades, Simone Fattal has produced works that refract the particularities of the present vis-à-vis a...

My grandmother, known to us all as Mutti, caught one of the last trains out of Gotenhafen before the Russians came in 1945 She carried in tow, in order of age, some of my uncles and aunts: Jens, eight years old, clever and restless, though behind in school; Inga, a tough kid, it seemed, who didn’t need much worrying over; Suse, a baby girl, her darling and the comfort of her bed; and Andreas, who was still being potty-trained Inga is my mother The train was so full they had to be hoisted in through a window Mutti stood on her feet the whole 20-hour journey, her legs swelling under her like grilling sausages By the time the train reached Berlin, she couldn’t walk and had to be hauled from the station in a handcart My grandfather, Kaha, stayed behind to do his job: he was a naval engineer, working at the shipyard He guessed that bad times were coming and sent his family as far from the advancing front as he could It was not the last time his family would be separated, nor the last long journey they would make   Kaha died ten years ago, and Jens, a retired lawyer living in Rome, did the duty of the oldest child and sorted through the family papers, which he sent me They ‘should have been different,’ he told me last summer, unhappily but with a certain satisfaction He meant in part my grandfather’s expressions of love: they struck him as cold, perhaps, or self-centred And he may have traced to the paterfamilias some of the cracks that spread out and inwards in any large family over time – along geographical lines, as much any other He had settled in Rome, married to a French woman; my mother had ventured still further afield Her trips ‘home’ – to that trim post-war cottage built on a stretch of wooded shoreline running into Denmark, where our family eventually settled after Gotenhafen have always been fraught with the anxieties and pleasures of the prodigal returned ‘Homecoming’ is a word with a fracture written

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March 2018

Tausif Noor

Contributor

March 2018

Tausif Noor is a critic and doctoral student at the University of California Berkeley, where he studies modern and contemporary art...

INTERVIEW WITH ANAND PATWARDHAN

Art Review

July 2018

Tausif Noor

Art Review

July 2018

By the late 1990s a right wing government in the shape of a BJP-Shiv Sena alliance had come to power for the first time...
Danh Vo, Take My Breath Away

Art Review

April 2018

Tausif Noor

Art Review

April 2018

‘When you love, you are nailed to the cross,’ says a character in Rainer Fassbinder’s film In a Year of 13 Moons (1978). In...

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poetry

Issue No. 8

The Cloud of Knowing

John Ashbery

poetry

Issue No. 8

There are those who would have paid that. The amount your eyes bonded with (O spangled home) will have...

poetry

November 2014

Lay and Other Poems

Pere Gimferrer

TR. Adrian Nathan West

poetry

November 2014

Ode to Venice Before the Sea of Theaters (from Arde el mar, 1966)   The false cups, the poison,...

fiction

January 2016

By the River

Esther Kinsky

TR. Martin Chalmers

fiction

January 2016

  For Aljoscha   ST LAWRENCE SEAWAY   Under my finger the map, this quiet pale blue of the...

 

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