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Fiction|Granta 68
Fiction|Granta 68
Call If You Need Me
Raymond Carver
‘I think I even used the phrase second honeymoon to the realtor, God forgive me, while Susan smoked a cigarette and read tourist brochures out in the car’.
Fiction|Granta 68
Fiction|Granta 68
Habibi
Ruth Gershon
Can you still find this day, Habibi, among your possessions?’.
Essays & Memoir|Granta 68
Essays & Memoir|Granta 68
Famous People
Orhan Pamuk
‘Life is dull if there's no story to listen to or nothing to watch’.
Fiction|Granta 68
Fiction|Granta 68
Fit Mother
Peter Ho Davies
‘The court had given me six months to prove I was a responsible adult and a fit mother’.
Essays & Memoir|Granta 68
Essays & Memoir|Granta 68
Then and Now
Daniel Meadows
’Daniel Meadows has traced many of the people he photographed then, but this is of little interest to us‘.
|Granta 68
Exchange of Pleasant Words
Aleksandar Hemon
‘What year was it? We have chosen to believe it was 1811’.
Essays & Memoir|Granta 68
Essays & Memoir|Granta 68
Uncle Ed
Keith Fleming
‘Back in 1976 when I was sixteen, my uncle, the novelist Edmund White, rescued me from the messy aftermath of my parents' divorce and brought me to live with him in New York’.
Essays & Memoir|Granta 68
Essays & Memoir|Granta 68
The Furnace
Lydia Davis
‘My father has trouble with his hearing and does not like to talk on the phone, so I talk on the phone mainly to my mother’.
Essays & Memoir|Granta 68
Essays & Memoir|Granta 68
Closer
David Malouf
‘There was a time, not so long ago, when we saw my Uncle Charles twice each year, at Easter and Christmas’.
Essays & Memoir|Granta 68
Essays & Memoir|Granta 68
Asking for it
James Hamilton-Paterson
‘Having my hair cut one morning in February 1999, I fell foul of one of those barber-shop discussions which are a feature of life here in Italy’.
Essays & Memoir|Granta 68
Essays & Memoir|Granta 68
First Cut
Jonathan Kaplan
‘I grew up with the expectation that I would serve.’
Essays & Memoir|Granta 68
Essays & Memoir|Granta 68
Going Abroad
W.G. Sebald
‘In Vienna I visited none of the sights and spoke not a word to a soul’.