Analects - Emil Rem

Why We Fall In Love

by Emil Rem | Apr 17, 2025 | Analects

Standing in line at our local Safeway checkout, I observed the most beautiful woman. She must have been sixty, yet age had not withered her. Glancing away so as not to seem obvious, I turned my head back towards her—and became paralysed with shock. It was Laura, my...

Telling Tales

by Emil Rem | Apr 10, 2025 | Analects

Drat! Our guests from out of town were arriving today. I wouldn’t be able to attend to my favourite pastime. Thursdays were always my locked away times—dedicated to drafting a book chapter to send to my editor. We would then meet face-to-face the following Tuesday to...

Antequera

by Emil Rem | Apr 3, 2025 | Analects

“Where are we?” I asked in bewilderment. “Antequera,” replied Laura. “It’s a town, an hour and a half from where we’re going. They’re building a high-speed rail line. Unfortunately, for the time being, it stops here. We have to change to a local rail line to Granada....

Chasing Aphrodites

by Emil Rem | Mar 27, 2025 | Analects

“Andrea, where are your Turkish—sorry, Greek delights?” I asked the owner of The Romantic Grocery and Gift Emporium. Since the partition more than thirty years ago, all references to Turkey were frowned upon in this part of Greek Cyprus. “Which ones?” There were...

The Exquisite Shambalaya

by Emil Rem | Mar 20, 2025 | Analects

Gnawing hunger woke me up. I opened my balcony to the Mediterranean. Although evening had crept in , its cooler air hadn’t. I skipped down the marble stairs to the lobby. A waif-like concierge looked up at me, her high heels and ramrod back not quite giving her the...

True Calgarian?

by Emil Rem | Mar 13, 2025 | Analects

Recently, I was interviewed for a programme called “True Calgarian”. I examined my brown skin while listening to my incorrigible British accent, forty years on. “Truly Calgarian? Me?” Since I was taken from Africa at the age of five—my mum obtaining a divorce and...