‘I liked his humourless intelligence, so redundant and so excessive in an MP.’
I could see him approaching across the crowded concourse at Heathrow. An unmistakable figure, tall and loping, he moved between the late holidaymakers and the unserious flocks of unicoloured stewardesses like the only man in the terminal with somewhere to go and something to do on this October Sunda…
Sign in to Granta.com.
‘The anglophone world, we have to infer, has run out of words for its own feelings.’
Daisy Hildyard on the wisdom of scarecrows.
‘What is the read receipt for?’
Lillian Fishman on texting, power and the ethics of leaving a friend on read.
‘Like pretty much everyone who uses the internet, I have seen many terrible things that I did not search for and that I cannot unsee.’
Rosanna McLaughlin on what the internet thinks she wants.
‘I have a pathological addiction to the internet, which I indulge with the excuse of making art. It rarely translates to anything good and mostly leaves me overstimulated and afraid.’
Paul Dalla Rosa on excess and the internet.
‘rumors of bees on speedwell, / no oxidative stress just / effortless pollination’
Two poems by Sylvia Legris.
‘The place we come from, the place we call home, is the home of our suffering.’
Jamaica Kincaid talks about finding her way to writing.
Momtaza Mehri and Warsan Shire talk about nineties London, parentification and diasporic inheritances.
‘I think, on a desert island, what I’d really appreciate are long books: books as day-by-day companions, to combat loneliness and fear.’
