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Phantom Pain

Night in the Afternoon

Caroline Lamarche

‘A little entrance hall. A staircase. To the left of the staircase, a door with a window leading into the concierge's room.’

Lingua Franca

Luc Sante

‘In order to write of my childhood I have to translate. It is as if I were writing about someone else. As a boy, I lived in French; now, I live in English.’

Whooah . . . Pizza!

Pierre Merle

The following examples of contemporary French slang come from Le Dico de l'Argot fin-de-siècle compiled by a Parisian journalist, Pierre Merle.

Agnès

René Belletto

‘Having told his story, the thief had said goodbye to Agnès, regretfully, she thought’.

The Farm at Le Garet

Raymond Depardon

‘On days when the light is beautiful, when the sun is red above the Saône, I find myself regretting not having come more often when my parents were working the farm.’

The Case of Stephen Lawrence

Brian Cathcart

‘Stephen Lawrence was murdered on the night of 22 April 1993, in Eltham, a south-eastern suburb of London.‘

Don’t Forsake Me

Ivan Klíma

'Bára went to the church on the advice of her friend Ivana. She had been suffering from occasional bouts of depression', Ivan Klíma in 'Don't Forsake Me' in Granta 59: France: The Outsider.

A Note on Shakespeare

Harold Pinter

‘Shakespeare writes of the open wound and, through him, we know it open and know it closed. We tell when it ceases to beat and tell it at its highest peak of fever‘, Harold Pinter in 'A Note on Shakespeare' in Granta 59: France: The Outsider.

The Money Chronicles

Paul Auster

‘I went through a period of several years when everything I touched turned to failure.’

The Roads of London

Doris Lessing

‘You could not get a decent cup of coffee anywhere in the British Isles.’

Make Him Sing

J.M. Coetzee

‘He expects astonishment and sympathy; instead he gets mirth.’

The Josser

Nell Stroud

‘When I was ten we moved to the country, to a village called Minety.’

Heraldry

George Steiner

‘Papa embodied, as did every corner of our Paris home, the tenor, the prodigality and glow of Jewish-European and Central-European emancipation.’

Lover

Joyce Carol Oates

‘You won't know me, won't see my face. Unless you see my face. And then it will be too late.’

Maori War

Peter Walker

‘It would be hard to overstate the importance of genealogy in Maori society.’

The Vulgar Soul

John Biguenet

‘She got skinny and became a clairvoyant. And she wasn't even a stigmatic.’

India! The Golden Jubilee: Introduction

Ian Jack

‘I first went to India twenty years ago as a reporter.’

Blood

Urvashi Butalia

‘Stories are all that people have, stories that rarely breach the frontiers of family and religious community’

Wild Things

Edward Hoagland

‘I believed that I had a sixth sense.’

Kashmir

James Buchan

‘I see in an instant what has brought people to the valley for four centuries.’

Five Hours to Simla

Anita Desai

‘He had his hands deep in his pockets, and his face was lined with a frown deeply embedded with dust.’

Kabir Street

R. K. Narayan

‘Nagaraj had begun to have doubts about his standing in his ancestral home’

My Father’s Raj

Mark Tully

‘They were moral and they were mean.’

Coming Down

Ved Mehta

‘I was besieged by family memories.’

After Gandhi

Trevor Fishlock

‘His room is as he left it, furnished with a carpet, a spinning wheel, a low white table, a mattress and cushion.’

Caste Wars

William Dalrymple

‘Bad things went on in Bihar, my friends told me’

Pariah

Viramma

‘All my children have been buried where they died’

My Hundredth Year

Nirad Chaudhuri

‘I try to convert my mind into a camera’

An Accidental Spy

Phillip Knightley

‘The CIA had become concerned about Soviet influence in India in the early 1960s.’

Waking

Amit Chaudhuri

‘Her eyes, in a face puffed with sleep, opened, red and unfocused.’

Sampati

Vikram Seth

‘Why do you cry?’

Vikram Seth’s Petrarchan sonnet based on a character in the Ramayana.

What we Lost

Michael Ondaatje

‘The pattern of teeth marks on skin’

Clive’s Castle

Jan Morris

‘It was an empire, by and large, without ideology.’

Bombay Notebooks

V.S. Naipaul

August 20 The monsoon rain was blown on the concrete by the aeroplane as it...

Love of the World

John McGahern

It is very quiet here. Nothing much ever happens. We have learned to tell the...

The Enemy Within

John Banville

‘Feeling almost skittish all day. Exhausted now yet feverish also, like a child at the end of a party.’