Mole men, short books, and the Kabul air

With Francisco Garcia, Parwana Fayyaz, and Erica Wagner

Last week, on Tuesday afternoon, I bought an ox tongue from the local butcher in Peckham. They didn’t actually have one on display so they had to send ‘the young lad’ down the road to the store to get one from the chiller. I’ve never actually learned the young lad’s name. He is only ever called ‘the young lad’ and he’s always being sent on errands.

One o…