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‘Touch had its own language, and the rules were the opposite of the ones I knew at home.’
‘I don’t see him staring back at me from the La-Z-Boy, I see me, I see a crystalline image of my own burned-out soul’
‘Strangely, it was Joseph Conrad who introduced me to Edward Said and not the other way around.’
Feeling Southern: A Patagonian Story
‘I was harbouring a southern feeling, a deep connection with the South of this real world, where I was born and will probably die.’
#TeamBaddiel vs #TeamBabel
‘Social media has allowed everyone in the world to raise their own little flag of self’
The Tension of Transience
‘How unusual that April night had been, yet how normal it had seemed at the time’
How I Became an SJW
‘I had become a pacifist in the time it took to run between the bedroom and the bathroom of a London flat.’
Populism and Humour
‘As reality has grown more absurd, the job of satirists has grown harder.’
‘This burning girl that I am with skin stretched white hot across unfair flesh. Harmflesh.’
Two Keiths and the Wrong Piano
‘My response to the music had reminded me that concealed inside myself was a more excitable and open self raring to get out.’
Confessions of a White Vampire
‘Many of the people I was living with considered me a white vampire, who killed to extract human fat.’ Jeremy Narby on the Amazonian myth of the white vampire.
‘Indigenous chefs will tell you that their dishes are Indigenous, not Canadian. With the plate, these chefs demonstrate that the food is the land, and that the land is still theirs.’ Zoe Tennant on Indigenous cuisines.
Charlotte Collins | Notes on Craft
Charlotte Collins on the craft of translation. ‘Literary translators don’t just translate the ‘meaning’ of a text; we translate the feel of it.’
When We Returned to Pakistan
Bina Shah on growing up in Pakistan. ‘Culture shock was what they called it in those days, but to me it felt like a kidnapping.’
Ryszard Kapuściński, once the only foreign correspondent for the Polish Press Agency, on the concept of borders.
Margaret Atwood on Diana Athill. ‘Diana was admired by all who knew her, and also by all who read her memoirs, for her honesty, her plain but elegant style, her lack of pretenses, and her stoicism in the face of ever-narrowing possibilities.’
In Memory of Diana Athill
Granta remembers Diana Athill, celebrating her remarkable career as a writer and editor.