‘At the silk museum, / the silkworms crumpled themselves in baskets, / lazy and dazed in the spoils of mulberry.’
A poem by Sally Wen Mao.
In Conversation | Kamila Shamsie & Sunjeev Sahota
A conversation between Kamila Shamsie and Sunjeev Sahota.
A Strange Kind of Western
On seasonal work in Alaska and Kelly Reichardt.
‘In the blowy wet distance a yew, shivering.’
An excerpt from England’s Green by Zaffar Kunial.
Boys, Barricades, Beaches
On the queer history of New York’s Fire Island.
The Book of Goose
‘Just follow me, she had said, you do nothing but what I tell you to.’
An extract from Yiyun Li’s new novel.
‘She’d always been a heavy sweater, ever since puberty first coated her skin with downy fur, transforming the climate of her body into something dank and grotty.’
An excerpt from Rosanna McLaughlin’s Sinkhole.
‘Ghost stories, then, are not always characterised by fear. Sometimes, they are stories of belief, comfort, faith.’
Laura Maw on the photography of Corinne May Botz.
Kick the Latch
‘You live at the track, your life is full.’
An excerpt from Kathryn Scanlan’s new work of fiction, Kick the Latch.
‘As the brightness increases, the sky flushes with pink and red hues somewhere between birth and Armageddon.’
An excerpt from A.M. Homes’ new novel.
Life Is Everywhere
‘Erin’s mother, whom Erin also loved, was a covetous person, treacherous and clever.’
An excerpt from Lucy Ives’ new novel.
In The Event
‘The sky hung bizarrely brownish and heavy below a pink teacup sun, like a portent of the outer space invasion.’
A story by Eva Warrick.
‘Who needs a bed? he said one night. He was drinking beer out of an old dirty pickle jar.’
New fiction by Edward Herring