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Tombouctou

Jamal Mahjoub

‘After about three days in Djenné the lizards begin to talk.’

Notes from Uzbekistan

Chinelo Okparanta

‘The cultural presentations of the students – that juxtaposition of old and new world, of tradition and modernity.’

The Captain

Rattawut Lapcharoensap

‘I was with Dora. We were in love. Things were cheap and plentiful and the money from the insurance was going to last us forever.’

The Perfect Last Days of Mr Sengupta

Siddartha Mukherjee

‘The point of lucid death,’ he said, ‘is to retain the consciousness of dying, while blunting the agony of it.’

Underland

Robert Macfarlane

‘There are many ways to die underground.’

A Walk to Kobe

Haruki Murakami

‘What I’m talking about is a different sea, and different mountains.’ Haruki Murakami walks to his hometown after the Great Hanshin earthquake of 1995.

Seestück

Steffi Klenz

Artist Steffi Klenz recaptures portraits based on photographs of travellers, explorers and seamen who were lost in open waters, and whose bodies were never recovered.

Remembering Iain M Banks

Stuart Kelly

Stuart Kelly remembers Iain Banks, and assesses the influence he's had on this generation of writers.

Nadifa Mohamed | Interview

Nadifa Mohamed

A short film featuring Nadifa Mohamed, one of Granta's Best Young British Novelists.

Zoë Meager | Interview

Zoë Meager

‘I haven’t written much local stuff, because I guess I’ve been more interested in the meeting of (potential) worlds.’

Things with faces

Zoë Meager

‘This is all you remember. The sound of her pacing the house at night.’

Michael Mendis | Interview

Michael Mendis

‘Mostly, writing is part of my process of understanding the world.’

The Sarong-Man in the Old House, and an Incubus for a Rainy Night

Michael Mendis

‘I say his fingers are dying because he is old. Because he is and alone. On that sloping armchair. But more because there is no turning back for him.’

The Whale House

Sharon Millar

‘By morning the dreams are gone, flying through the tiny holes in the net in sudden starling movements.’