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Home: Peckham

Evie Wyld

‘Peckham is the place of my adolescence, my first cobbled together attempts at dressing myself from the charity shops on Rye Lane.’

Two Girls in a Boat

Emma Martin

‘This was a tiredness that caused Hannah to walk into a travel agent in Clapham High Street on a grey Tuesday morning and buy a ticket to New Zealand.’

Emma Martin | Interview

Emma Martin

‘I’ve occasionally caught a kind of self-consciousness stalking me when I write about New Zealand.’

Diana McCaulay | Interview

Diana McCaulay

‘I want my writing to be grounded in the real and complex place, without nostalgia or idealization.’

The Dolphin Catcher

Diana McCaulay

‘Lloyd heard his grandfather’s voice in his mind: I come from a line of fishermen.’

The Ghost Marriage

Andrea Mullaney

‘I did not meet my husband until six years after he died.’

Andrea Mullaney | Interview

Andrea Mullaney

‘To move past the ugly parts of history, you have to acknowledge them, on all sides, and this is what I think historical fiction can do so well: show how we got from there to here.’

Jekwu Anyaegbuna | Interview

Jekwu Anyaegbuna

‘I think it would be counterproductive for me to think too much about readers while producing a piece of fiction because the enjoyment of it varies from one person to another – and it’s impossible to satisfy everybody.’

Morrison Okoli (1955-2010)

Jekwu Anyaegbuna

‘It is always an honour to have women cry during someone’s burial, but yours is too silent for comfort.’

Anushka Jasraj | Interview

Anushka Jasraj

‘I’ve never really had any readership, apart from fellow writers who have been forced to read my stories in writing workshops.’

Radio Story

Anushka Jasraj

‘We have been married five years – too soon for us to take pleasure in each other’s absence.’

A Walk Through Manchester

Michael Symmons Roberts

‘The rich, tomato red that decorated most of my bedroom – curtains, lampshade, bedspread – and the pale, rinsed-out blue like a milky north-west sky that represented the other side.’

Ian Teh | Interview

Ian Teh & Ted Hodgkinson

‘The pictures I take are fly-on-the-wall and open to interpretation.’

The Deadman’s Pedal

Alan Warner

‘Each man’s right hand was stained black with glossy wet muck.’

Granta in Bulgaria

Ilija Troyanow

‘Leafing through old issues is like marvelling at the showroom of a renowned jeweller.’

Look East, Look to the Future

Tash Aw

‘It was as if he was consciously trying to fashion an image for what he wanted the country to be: ultra-confident and unapologetic, not just severing all links with our colonial past but sticking a bold middle finger up to it while we strode chest-out into the future.’

Tania James | Interview

Tania James & Saskia Vogel

‘Write the story that unsettles and excites you, that keeps you coming back to your desk.’

Dog Days

James Lasdun

‘Blizzard died. I’m remembering / his limitless affection.’

Fragments of a Nation

Nadifa Mohamed

‘I became English by osmosis; a new sense of humour, altered manners, an alternative history filtering through my old skin.’

Scarp | New Voices

Nick Papadimitriou

‘His imagination lingers in the woods and fields like a slowly drifting plant community and then dissolves into ditches lined with black waterlogged leaves – a residue of previous summers – and the ghosts of dead insects.’

Nick Papadimitriou | Interview

Nick Papadimitriou & Ted Hodgkinson

‘I found that the torrent of inner voices I habitually heard began to organise itself in relation to the landscapes I passed through, the things I saw.’

Rice Cakes and Starbucks

Esther Freud

‘When the Lindens arrived in Los Angeles it was raining. Not drizzling, or even pouring, but streaming down outside the glass doors of the arrivals lounge in thick, grey sideways slices.’

Mark Haddon | Podcast

Mark Haddon

‘Sean finds a log to use as a shooting gallery and sends Daniel off in search of targets.’

Two Poems

Kaddy Benyon

‘Sometimes I am so afraid my envy / will hack at your figs, strawberries, / or full-bellied beans, I dig my fists / into my pockets and nip myself.’

Two Poems

Sean Borodale

‘To be honest, this is dark stuff; mud, tang / of bitter battery-tasting honey. The woods are in it.’

Blue Sky Thinking

Gillian Clarke

‘Let’s do this again, ground the planes for a while and leave the runways to the racing hare.’

Poetry in Britain

Gillian Clarke

‘Poetry must always find new ways to sing, must be fresh, must surprise, must take us by the heart with its song, its imagery, its syntax. But it can still be simple, grammatical, and speak plain English.’

John Saturnall’s Feast

Lawrence Norfolk

‘After a turn they came to a high arched entrance from which cooking smells drifted.’

Sean Borodale | Podcast

Sean Borodale & Ted Hodgkinson

Ted Hodgkinson interviews Granta New Poet Sean Borodale.

Poets, Politics and Coca Tea

Valerie Miles

‘Poetry can grab you unawares, overwhelm you. The tears came like a hard rain falling.’

Stevenage

Gary Younge

‘In 1988 my mother took the bus to Stevenage town centre to do the weekly shop, came home and died in her sleep.’

The Making of the English Landscape

Simon Armitage

It’s too late now to start collecting football shirts,/bringing them back from trips abroad as souvenirs:

When You Grow Into Yourself

Ross Raisin

‘A few drivers had slowed to look up at the side of the coach as it circled the roundabout.’

Silt

Robert Macfarlane

‘This is the Broomway, allegedly ‘the deadliest’ path in Britain and certainly the unearthliest path I have ever walked.’

The Celt

Mario Vargas Llosa

‘He stood, rubbing his arms. How long had he slept? Not knowing the time was one of the torments of Pentonville.’

Lion and Panther in London

Tania James

‘Gama has defeated them all, and more, but how is he to be Champion of the World if this half of the world is in hiding?’