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← Back to all issuesGranta 122: Betrayal
Winter 2013
Without love there can be no betrayal – love of a country, a brother, a wife, a platoon mate, a family. In this issue of Granta, Janine di Giovanni witnesses a nation, Syria, betraying its people; Karen Russell imagines a soldier inscribing the memory of a fellow soldier on his back; and Colin Robinson writes about ancient brotherly friction resurfacing in a game of paddleball. From the playgrounds of New York City to the alleyways of Damascus, here is the theatre of betrayal.
From this Issue
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Don’t Fall in Love
Mohsin Hamid
‘She does not stare at you, but when your eyes meet, she does not look away.’
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Abingdon Square
André Aciman
‘Your problem is not that you misread signs; it’s that you see them everywhere.’
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Paddleball
Colin Robinson
‘My brother and I can’t help but stand out in such a gritty locale.’
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Postscript
John Burnside
'the trees / are slender in the way that things / are almost, though not quite / absent'
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The Loyalty Protocol
Ben Marcus
‘The tally, indeed, on that particular activity, in that particular location – or, in fact, on any couch ever – was, indeed, zero.’
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Happiness
Andrés Neuman
‘My name is Marcos. I’ve always wanted to be Cristóbal.’
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Anecdotes
Ann Beattie
‘Christine’s hair had begun to dry, and she looked different, with her hair down and her glasses on. Her earnestness made her look younger, and took me back to the bar where we’d sat in Pennsylvania years ago.’
