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Jean Betrays Memory

David Hayden

‘Beauty was a state of being blamed’

New fiction by David Hayden.


Elisa Victoria

‘I hope I never have to miss a playdate for catechism.’

An excerpt from Oldladyvoice, translated from the Spanish by Charlotte Whittle.

Larger than an Orange

Lucy Burns

An excerpt from Larger than an Orange, a book by Lucy Burns about abortion.

Just the Plague

Ludmila Ulitskaya

‘It seems to be more than he can cope with.’

An excerpt from Ulitskaya’s newly translated novel Just the Plague.

An Adult Taste

Kang Young-sook

‘The blood that flowed down the drain was a deep dark red, but it appeared clean, even refreshing.’

A new story by Kang Young-sook, translated from the Korean by Janet Hong.

Me, Rory and Aurora

Jonas Eika

A new story by Danish writer Jonas Eika, from the collection After the Sun.

In the Aftermath

Eva Freeman

‘Green would work but blue, cobalt blue to be precise, would be better.’

Fiction set in Flatbush by Eva Freeman.


Tao Lin

‘But in variation #5 they spent ten hours together.’

An extract from Tao Lin’s novel Leave Society.

A Place I’d Go To

Kathryn Scanlan

‘They were very old and had to be carried down the hall to the examination room and lifted onto and off the scale like sacks of tender, bruisable fruit.’

A story by Kathryn Scanlan.


Sara Freeman

‘She has always wanted this: to slip beneath the surface, to dispossess herself.’

An extract from Sara Freeman’s forthcoming novel.


Vanessa Onwuemezi

‘The hotel is pink all over, as the bitten inside of her mouth, as her dark father’s radiant bottom lip’.

A story by Vanessa Onwuemezi, from her collection Dark Neighbourhood.

The Repeat Room

Jesse Ball

‘The place was so squat and pitiless, so endless, repetitive, fluorescent.’

Fiction by Jesse Ball.

A Last Chance in Whitefish

Adam O’Fallon Price

‘The dialogue, of course, is almost entirely invented, though true to the spirit and tone.’

A story by Adam O’Fallon Price.

Mbiu Dash

Okwiri Oduor

‘This made me big thirteen, the type to be able to drink mead on Epitaph Day if I wanted.’

A story by Okwiri Oduor.