Issue 110

Yann Faucher

Issue 29

Roger Garfitt

‘Driving along la Séptima, the main road into the centre of Bogotá, we find ourselves blocked by a high-speed convoy.’

Issue 83

Marian Botsford Fraser

‘There is a tiny skull on a pillow of bright green moss, and arm and leg bones neatly crossed, as if they had just been gently placed there in mourning.’

Rodrigo Fresán

‘What would be the point of writing anything if I went down in history as the person who killed Borges?’

Issue 76

Philip Hensher

‘So there is music and music. It is not easy, after all.’

Issue 38

Sue Halpern

‘Water curls through the Fortaleza slum: sewer water. It drains between shacks made of sticks and mud, and is pretty when it catches the sun’.

Cynan Jones

‘It’s quite a phone call to get: ‘Will you go to Brazil for us?’’

Issue 142

Britta Jaschinski

‘These bored, frustrated and hungry animals appear as reluctant figures in some unsolvable puzzle, or as victims of a grand experiment whose original purpose is lost in time.’

Issue 103

Jennifer Haigh

‘I’d never heard her say an unkind word about anybody.’

Will Harris

‘Our snapped-off shadows / made a simple shape / one within the other like / a folded napkin’

Poetry by Will Harris.

Issue 48

Sousa Jamba

'Please, do whatever you can to help me get out of here'.

Issue 31

Léonard Freed

Léonard Freed's photographs of Bucharest on 26 December 1989, in Granta 31: The General.

Issue 89

Tessa Hadley

‘I’m miscarrying a pregnancy, she said, when the spasm seemed to have passed.—It’s a fine mess.’

Issue 155

Paulina Flores

‘And there was our protagonist, ambling along through Reyes Park with unhurried steps, but still never losing that fixa.’

Fiction by Paulina Flores, translated by Megan McDowell.