Bill Buford
Bill Buford was for sixteen years the editor of Granta magazine, which he relaunched in 1979. Previously he was the fiction editor at The New Yorker, where he now works as a staff writer. He is the editor of The Granta Book of Travel, The Granta Book of Reportage and The Granta Book of the Family. He is also the author of Heat: An Amateur’s Adventures as Kitchen Slave, Line Cook, Pasta-Maker and Apprentice to a Dante-Quoting Butcher in Tuscany.
Bill Buford on Granta.com
Essays & Memoir | Issue 50
Editorial
Bill Buford
Bill Buford on his decision to resign as editor of this magazine, which he relaunched in its present form in 1979.
Essays & Memoir | Issue 50
A Literature for Politics: Introduction
Bill Buford
‘‘A Literature for Politics' is dedicated to a different set of possibilities - the possibilities of political engagement.’
In Conversation | Issue 50
Ryszard Kapuściński | Interview
Ryszard Kapuściński & Bill Buford
‘Mine is not a vocation, it's a mission.’
Essays & Memoir | Issue 50
Editorial
Bill Buford
‘The twentieth century has tolerated a number of mythologies about the role of the writer, and one of the most commonplace is the writer as inspired genius.’
Essays & Memoir | Issue 50
Editorial
Bill Buford
‘Certainly the most obvious attraction of travel writing is in what it represents: escape.’
Essays & Memoir | Issue 8
Editorial
Bill Buford
‘A new fiction seems to be emerging from America, and it is a fiction of a peculiar and haunting kind.’
Essays & Memoir | Issue 3
Introduction: The End of the English Novel
Bill Buford
‘The novel has always smacked of inadequacies.’
Essays & Memoir | Issue 2
Prose Feature: John Barth
Bill Buford & Pete de Bolla
‘Barth is the comedian of forms, the controlled anarchist who deals realities, roles and fictions like playing cards, inventing – as in a game – an endless succession of names for the world.’
Essays & Memoir | Issue 1
New American Writing: Introduction
Bill Buford & Pete de Bolla
‘It is increasingly a discomforting commonplace that today’s British novel is neither remarkable nor remarkably interesting.’