On June 10th, 2025, I hosted “Poetry Evening with Anastasia Dubinina” at Queen Mary University — an intimate exploration of what happens when Russian memory collides with English present, creating something entirely new in the collision. This wasn’t just a poetry reading; it was a conversation about linguistic resistance and cultural reclamation. As I shared […]
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Maria Bregman’s review of “Anonymous Letters” appeared in Cosmopolitan Bulgaria yesterday, and I’m struck by how this international platform illuminates aspects of the work I hadn’t fully considered. She calls it “a descent into the British mists”—a phrase that captures something essential about Anna’s journey to Dorimor while viewing it through distinctly continental eyes. Maria
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Join me on June 10th at QMUL Arts One for an evening exploring poetry as cultural translation. Reserve your spot here. What happens when you write about London in Russian, then translate your own nostalgia into English? When the fog of a Brighton morning carries echoes of Petersburg snow? Poetry becomes archaeology—digging through layers of
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Sunday mornings in Hampstead carry a particular quality of quiet anticipation. At Waterstones on the High Street, the “Write Together” session transformed the bookshop’s familiar browsing space into something more intimate—a temporary writing sanctuary where strangers gathered to work in companionable silence. The format proved refreshingly straightforward. No forced introductions or prescribed exercises, just the
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Next Saturday I’ll be at Fulham Library’s Creative Writing Group, and the timing feels deliberate. I’ve been working on several pieces that need fresh eyes—particularly a short story set in London’s underground stations and some experimental poetry exploring urban isolation themes. Writing groups offer something you can’t extract from solitary work: immediate reaction to your
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Last night’s panel at King’s College left me with more questions than answers—which feels appropriate given the subject matter. As the speakers dissected AI’s impact on literature, I found myself thinking about the uncanny parallels between machine-generated text and the mysterious letters that drive my novel “Anonymous Letters.” Dr Collett’s observation about AI’s “convincing mimicry”
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Tomorrow evening, I’ll be attending “The Digital Futures of Literature” event at the Strand Campus in London (https://www.kcl.ac.uk/events/the-digital-futures-of-literature). As a writer whose work often explores the boundaries between perception and reality, I find the questions raised by AI’s emergence in creative spaces particularly fascinating. The event examines how generative AI is reshaping our understanding of
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This past weekend, I had the wonderful opportunity to attend a talk by renowned Russian science popularizer Alexander Panchin at the London Russian Book Fair. As someone whose fiction often explores the boundaries between reality and perception, listening to a scientist who specializes in making complex concepts accessible was both enlightening and inspiring. Panchin’s presentation
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Yulia Tulegenova’s review of “Anonymous Letters” appeared on Creativitys.UK this week, and reading it felt like discovering someone had mapped the secret architecture of my own intentions. She calls the novel “a call to the soul” — a phrase that captures something I struggled to articulate about Anna’s journey into psychological terrain I wasn’t entirely
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Yesterday evening May 4, 2025 the Royal Festival Hall let us borrow a corner of its second-floor foyer. Plenty of people gathered—some with graph-paper notebooks, others with nothing but the itch to ask “how.” We pushed the chairs close enough for ideas to hop from one sleeve to the next and began teasing apart a city that
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