Sunday Roast / Yassmin Abdel-Magied
Word to the wise
Yassmin Abdel-Magied is a Sudanese-Australian writer and former mechanical engineer (writes Claudia Jacob). The author of four books, including essay collection Talking About a Revolution and award-winning novel Listen, Layla, also writes for the stage and screen. A trustee of the London Library and regular columnist with The New Arab, Abdel-Magied’s writing can be found in the Times Literary Supplement, Vogue and the forthcoming The Monocle Companion. Here she tells us about horse riding, London’s bustling markets and her worst ever Christmas present.
Where do we find you this weekend?
This weekend I will be in bed.
Ideal start to a Sunday? Gentle start or a jolt?
The only time I’m out of bed before noon on a Sunday is if I’ve booked in for a hack [horse ride] around London’s Richmond Park. On those mornings I feel like a 19th-century lady of leisure. Otherwise, I’m a 21st-century broad of the bedroom; a sister of the sleep-in.
Lunch in or out?
Definitely out. Markets are often crowded but rewarding.
Walk the dog or downward dog?
More “dog-eared” paperbacks at our place.
A Sunday soundtrack?
We currently only have three LPs for our record player, so it’s The Beatles, Dire Straits or Ali Farka Touré.
Sunday culture must?
I adore East London markets on a Sunday. Columbia Road flower market, Victoria Park, Broadway Market – nothing beats a day of walking, grazing and bumping into old friends saying, “I need to reply to your message.”
Do you lay out an outfit for Monday?
I much prefer to be inspired by what Monday morning has to offer.
Three books you’ll be buying for others this Christmas.
Many copies of my own book Talking About A Revolution, along with Small Things Like These by Claire Keegan and Afterlives by Abdulrazak Gurnah, the 2021 Nobel laureate.
Favourite thing to do in the festive season?
Walk around Christmas markets sipping hot chocolate and people-watching.
Best and worst presents you’ve received?
The best is a surprise trip to Morocco. The worst, a bottle of wine for my 18th birthday – as a Muslim who has never drunk a drop, I found it sweet but mildly confusing.