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← Back to all issuesGranta 17: While Waiting for a War
Autumn 1985
‘I find myself in 1985 refreshing my memory of 1937 and 1938 in an old commonplace book and very fragmentary diary. There are verses copied there which I must have chosen for their significance at these moments of my life: literary gossip, bizarre crimes and divorces wrenched from newspapers…and then suddenly the digging of trenches on Clapham Common.’ Plus Alice Munro, John Updike, Doris Lessing, Kazuo Ishiguro, and Marianne Wiggins.
From this Issue
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‘They’: Stalin’s Polish Élite
Teresa Toranska
‘You referred to a comrade as ‘Mister’. That's offensive.’
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In Search of Amin
Patrick Marnham
‘In Chicago and London the men who had never been to Amin’s Uganda already knew what they thought. An eye-witness account only served to confuse them.’
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Forced Busing in South Africa
Joseph Lelyveld
‘In the other scene of black men in the dock, there had been fifty-six of them, wearing large numbered placards around their necks so they could be identified.’
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So Far
Nadine Gordimer & David Goldblatt
‘His photographs are a beginning, not a fixed moment.’
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Erotic Politicians and Mullahs
Hanif Kureishi
‘Strangely, anti-British remarks made me feel patriotic, though I only felt patriotic when I was away from England.’
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A Letter to my Sons: War’s End
Heinrich Böll
‘No, it's not easier for you than it was for us: don't let them tell you otherwise.’
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October, 1948
Kazuo Ishiguro
‘I remember looking around me with approval that first night, and today, for all the changes which have transformed the world around it, Mrs Kawakamu's remains as pleasing as ever.’
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Herself in Love
Marianne Wiggins
‘She thought, Love is a Revelation, like a religion, some religions; like Islam.’
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My Mother’s Life (Part Two)
Doris Lessing
‘‘No, you can not,’ said my mother, ‘we can't afford it.’ Prophets are never appreciated by their nearest and dearest.’
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Italo Calvino
John Updike
‘Post-modernism, if it can be said to exist at all, had in Calvino its most seductive showman.’
