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Somewhere the Wave
Derek Mahon
‘a voice, not quite a voice, in the sea distance / listening to its own thin cetaceous whistle’
My Question for Myself
Gao Xingjian
‘Gao Xingjian, what have you never done that you would like to do?’ ‘Music. Inside...
Subject+Object:
A shining monument of loss
Aleksandar Hemon
‘My grandmother was not my grandmother.’
Richard Ford | Interview
Tim Adams & Richard Ford
‘It may be that writing fiction, imagining agencies, is my most trusted way into the unseen.’
Operation
Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
‘I like to think now that he knew how much I liked him, from the beginning, and that we were both equal participants in the ritual.’
The Virgin of Esmeraldas
Nell Freudenberger
‘Everything was okay until Marisol accidentally broke a china cup with a rose on it that her stepmother had brought with her from DR.’
The Earth from the Air
Kitty Hauser
‘It takes another kind of eye, another viewpoint to reveal to us the truth about the world.’
Tree Thieves
Josh Weil
‘The jungle was all stillness, time kept only by the markings of his breath.’
In the Country
Tessa Hadley
‘She wondered if she would have the audacity, when the time came, to let herself go like that.’
Naples ’04
Roberto Saviano
‘It may seem strange, but the instant before death is marked by a sense of humiliation.’
Wheels of Progress
Gemini Wahhaj
‘Now Bangladesh survives only on aid, on other people feeding its people.’
The Crocodile Lover
Helon Habila
She said, ‘Over my dead body,’ and so they killed her. The soldiers carried her...
On Monday Last Week
Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
‘Kamara had always resented the glamour of half-castes.’
Dear Old Dad
Paul Theroux
‘Playing a role gave him latitude and allowed him to overcome his reticence.’
Now A Major Motion Picture
Todd McEwen
‘None of these high-falutin pansy-ass would-be 'technologies' are going to save literature.’
Best of Young American Novelists 2: Introduction
Ian Jack
Ian Jack introduces Granta 97: Best of Young American Novelists 2.
The King is Always Above the People
Daniel Alarcón
‘It was the year I left my parents, a few useless friends, and a girl who liked to tell everyone we were married, and moved two hundred kilometres downstream to the capital.’
