JAMES WALSH recommends an exceptional documentary about the experience of Western doctors in Gaza
EVEN gods work for the corporation, in Shigidi And The Brass Head Of Obalufon by Wole Talabi (Gollancz, £20).
For Shigidi this means scraping a living as a nightmare god on behalf of the Orisha Spirit Company, a pantheon with its roots in the Yoruba people.
His place in the company hierarchy is a miserable one, and in any case dwindling belief among the mortals means that earnings are down across the board. So when he meets Nneoma, who is a succubus among other things, he is receptive to her crazy idea of turning freelance.
Do frozen colonists carry the virus of empire? Why is monstrosity a great way to describe capital? Was God a dustman?
PETER MASON welcomes collected writings from Britain’s first black female publisher that focus on the place of black writers in literature
KEN COCKBURN relishes the memoir of a translator, but wonders whether the autobiography underlying the impulse would make a better book
Timeloop murder, trad family MomBomb, Sicilian crime pages and Craven praise


