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The Sun in a Box

Caleb Klaces

‘When I was younger I drafted a memory. / I drew a rectangle on a piece of card / and called it a computer.’

Holy Solitude

Kong Yalei

‘I always think, either as a reader or as a writer, one person – anyone – can struggle against this filthy world by entering into a world of literature.’

Jon McGregor | Podcast

Jon McGregor & Ted Hodgkinson

Jon McGregor on reworking his first published story from the female perspective, his enduring fascination with Lincolnshire and his new short story collection, This Isn’t The Sort Of Thing That Happens To Someone Like You.

In Winter the Sky

Jon McGregor

‘In winter there’s no danger of falling into the sky / Our bodies anchored to the ground by the weight of the light.’

We’ll always have Paris

Richard Meier

‘I’d gone there with my girlfriend of three years, / then left her three days after meeting you.’

Drifting House

Krys Lee

‘Houses loomed like ghosts. The government’s face was everywhere: on the sides of a beached cart, above the lintel of the post office.’

Juan Pablo Villalobos | Interview

Juan Pablo Villalobos & Rosalind Harvey

‘I’m not interested in ‘transparent’ or ‘objective’ narrators, I’m just looking for gripping fictional voices.’

The Moon and the Batteries

Hiromi Kawakami

‘His full name was Mr Harutsuna Matsumoto, but I called him ‘Sensei’. Not ‘Mr’ or ‘Sir’, just ‘Sensei’.’

Don DeLillo | Interview

Don DeLillo & Yuka Igarashi

‘The stories are representative of one slice of mind. The novels are mind, body, day and night, and what I ate for lunch.’

Granta Italy Sex | Interview

Paolo Zaninoni & Ted Hodgkinson

‘I think that the metaphor of bodily failure is a very apt one to reflect the feeling of weakness and despondency palpable today within the Italian society.’

Bird of Fire

Rowan Ricardo Phillips

‘No more, no longer the sweet difference / Between real and dream I knew.’

The Grandson of Jesus Christ

Apricot Irving

‘His heart is a tired engine with too many loose screws and faulty wires, not weightless like the tissue-thin kites he used to fly with his grandfather as the string danced between his fingers.’

Beachcombing

Lucy Wood

‘He was stamped darkly onto the wide stretch of sea like a single footprint.’

Santa Claus is in the Living Room

Santiago Roncagliolo

‘I soon understood that if I wanted to get my father back I was going to have to help him get rid of the competition.’

When Captain Flint Was Still a Good Man | New Voices

Nick Dybek

‘We searched the horizon for returning fishermen, who arrived shaggy and greasy, telling their stories but not their secrets.’

Nick Dybek | Interview

Nick Dybek & Ted Hodgkinson

‘Maybe it’s what draws so many writers to the adolescent perspective; during that time, imagination and experience are in a death match.’

Lessons from a Hustler

Peter Mountford

‘With Buck, pool was clearly an intellectual exercise and he was scarily cool at the table.’

Highlights of 2011 | Podcast

Ted Hodgkinson

A compilation of some of the best readings of 2011, including Binyavanga Wainaina reading from his memoir One Day I Will Write About This Place, Robert Coover’s reading of his online story ‘Vampire’ and Granta debut contributor Taiye Selasi's reading of ‘The Sex Lives of African Girls’.

The Boys of Karachay Lake

Angela Pelster

‘When the fish in Karachay Lake, south of the Ural Mountains, Russia, went blind, not everyone stopped eating them.’

Sunday Drive Home

David Masello

‘On the drive down the Taconic, / you sleep, your head sinks then snaps / up when it reaches some reflex angle.’

Peter Orner | Interview

Peter Orner & Ted Hodgkinson

‘For me the strange moments that make up our lives are plot.’

Menu: Extinction

Sharona Muir

‘A baked mermaid, prepared, a la Julia Child, with her tail obtruding from her open mouth, and her little fried fingers presented on a mother-of-pearl comb. How would that strike you?’

Owen Freeman | Interview

Owen Freeman & Daniela Silva

‘As illustrators, our first and last service is to bring the readers’ eyes to the author’s work.’

Revolution Revived: Egyptian Diary

Wiam El-Tamami

‘This is what they don’t tell you on the news – about the pockets of normalcy that always exist, persist.’

Our Adder

Richard Kerridge

‘Our zoo needed something more thrilling, more dangerous, we had decided. We wanted an adder.’

Don DeLillo & Paul Auster | Podcast

Paul Auster & Don DeLillo

Don DeLillo and Paul Auster discuss their work in Granta 117: Horror, ‘impoverished characters’ and living in and writing about New York.

The Art of Horror

Michael Salu

‘Often, the most frightening thing is facing the other.’

Justin Torres | Interview

Justin Torres & Jennifer de Leon

‘I wanted to write a book about a family so complicated, so in love, and so flawed, that folks would resist easy categories.’

Teardrop

Carol Anshaw

‘Nick didn’t kid himself that what he and Olivia had was love. It was more serious than that.’

Harold

Bonnie Nadzam

‘A rustling, then a voice, came from behind the door – the voice of a man who couldn’t be much older than I. A cousin? A secret half-brother? ‘Bloodgood.’’

Prison Echoes

Shahrnush Parsipur

‘When you are free, you inevitably feel compelled to act, but when incarcerated, you are powerless to do so.’

Fabric

Richard Meier

‘At midnight on our third and final date / I stepped inside her Edwardian conversion / to find a stripped-pine, bookless space.’

Suite in Dark Matter

Erin Frances Fisher

‘When her eyes adjust to the dark she sees it is full, so full: the lights from long dead stars churn elliptics, spiral with dying vibrations and decaying harmonics.’

The Meaning of Zombies

Naomi Alderman

‘They’re the interchangeable anonymous people we encounter on our daily commute, those whose humanity we cannot acknowledge.’

Binyavanga Wainaina | Podcast

Binyavanga Wainaina & Ellah Allfrey

Binyavanga Wainaina talks to Ellah Allfrey about meeting the expectations of an African readership and what to do with a bad review.

Kidnapped

Scott Johnson

‘Sometimes, these sorts of details made their way into wire stories as bullet-pointed footnotes. Other times, the stories screamed into the lives of people I knew.’