The Taste of the Feeling
‘Shy yet contemptible object / in an unleaking vial collected.’
‘It was also mainly Viennese Jews who, between 6 May and 10 October 1942, were murdered in Maly Trostinets. Tens of thousands of Jews from elsewhere died there too, together with Soviet soldiers, Belarusian citizens, both Jewish and Christian, and partisans.’
Office of Lost Moments
‘I walk, or I ride the subway. All my worries and obsessions are dissolved in ceaseless observation.’ Translated from the Spanish by Guillermo Bleichmar.
‘I imagined his journey out of the coma as an increasingly painful ascent through dark water.’ Translated from the Danish by Caroline Waight.
‘Was this an adventure or was I in trouble? At what point did one begin to shade into the other?’
The Poetics of Trauma
Swedish poet and psychoanalyst Ulf Karl Olov Nilsson on trauma, silence and linguistic analysis of asylum seekers. Translated from the Swedish by Peter Graves.
‘I was suckled by Mother Earth, he would reflect on occasion, and he would stretch, feeling new strength in his veins.’
Not the Foggiest Notion
‘It didn’t matter to me what we would be doing or where. It didn’t matter to me in the least.’ Jung Young Moon, translated from the Korean by Bruce and Ju-Chan Fulton.
Neoterics and the Field
(out of Callimachus)
‘This oven this earth as dust this water we watch vanish and ancient’
Love After Abuse
Lucia Osborne-Crowley on the complexity of navigating sexuality while recovering from sexual abuse.
‘There is nothing where the Towers should be but smoke. There are no buildings.’
‘As I lay on the mattress, the white toe pads of the gecko floated up before me, against the vastness of the blue-black night. Rather than a presence, it seemed to me more like a trace, a barely discernible odour that flooded in on the air.’
‘When we pulled up at the house, Simon was there waiting, on the porch.’ New fiction by Daniel J. O’Malley
Nina Leger | Notes on Craft
‘To say nothing about her was the only way to allow her to be everything.’
The Last Rite of the Body
‘My ex-boyfriend dies, and we all gather to put our hands into his body.’ New fiction from Sophie Mackintosh.
Bookshelves: John Berger in My Family Album
‘The contours of the family arranged on the bookshelf shifted.’
‘He began to feel less like he was delivering a speech and more like a speech was delivering him.’
‘To pick the right heart, the old man said, you had to look for depth in the ruby, to prize a raw intensity of colour and a bright gold fat blanketing the angry muscle.’
Plays Bossa Nova
‘That was the setup for the review I wrote about this imaginary record.’ Translated from the Japanese by Philip Gabriel.
Karen Olsson | Notes on Craft
Karen Olsson shares her notes on the craft of writing: ‘Every book is an unsolvable problem, and yet every time I convince myself I’m just on the verge of cracking it.’
Jonathan Levi | Interview
‘It’s a miracle that Granta survived our mutual adolescence. And yet, it was that smell of teenage spirit that brought Graham Greene and Martha Gellhorn and Hanif Kureishi to our pages.’
Stuck in Trees (with Apologies to Ian Frazier)
‘On 8 January 2018, I noticed a large bunch of purple balloons in a tree near my apartment building.’
An excerpt from ZED, the forthcoming novel by Joanna Kavenna, a Granta Best of Young British Novelist.
Fatima Farheen Mirza on navigating gender roles in a Muslim family, wearing hijab and learning how to box.