‘This was the morning I discovered the anatomy of a hair.’ New fiction by Guadalupe Nettel, translated from the Spanish by Rahul Bery.
George and Elizabeth
‘She could see, or was starting to, that someone out there was seeing him, watching him.’
‘We missed our moment, reading the classics in semi-virtual travel agencies.’
‘As a kid, he played video games and roughhoused on the beach and joined a gang.’
‘There must have been a dozen ways for us to be crushed or torn apart.’
About Her and the Memories That Belong to Her
‘If I were to forget, then it would be the same as it never having existed at all.’
‘Things started going wrong at my ten-year college reunion – or I guess I mean that I realized how wrong they had gone.’
Her Lousy Shoes
‘On good days, he could believe that that was exactly what he appeared to be: pedestrian, a pedestrian, a walker, walking, going places, on the ups, possessing two healthy feet at least.’
Nothing Ever Happens Here
‘I was broke, and I was a nobody, but I was happy.’ A story from Otessa Moshfegh about a young man moving to Hollywood.
The Buzzard’s Egg
‘I can’t remember: did a young man destroy his miserable god, or did a god free its worshipper and take his blood and his bones?’