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The Ferryman Is Dead
Saša Stanišić
Here, more die than are born. There’s a refrigerator at the bottom of the lake. The ferryman is dead. No one is coming to take his place.
Sluts
Susan Swan
‘It was Tom’s contention that you could spot a slut by the colour of her complexion.’
My Wife is a White Russian
Rose Tremain
‘I'm in nickel and pig-iron and gold and diamonds. I like the sound of all these words. They have an edge, I think. The glitter of saying them sometimes gives me an erection.’
Cupcake
Yana Punkina
‘His voice had long since lost all superfluous timbral embellishments, he was left with only the raw thread of screeching.’
In Summer Camps
Jayne Anne Phillips
‘The sky burned white to blond to powder to an almighty blue; the sun fell unobstructed.’
How We Got Mother Back
Valério Romão
‘With the passing of time we got used to hearing our brother being our mother.’
On Observation Hill
Francis Spufford
‘Here I stand on Observation Hill. If the Devil made me an offer at this moment, I feel sure I would accept.’
Desert Island Discs
George Steiner
‘His requests did stretch the resources, almost all-encompassing, of the sound-archive. But that is part of the game.’
Performance Art
Manjula Padmanabhan
‘A single pod of cardamom! Was that enough? To flavour an entire life’s pot of time?’
From The Diaries of Lenny Abramov
Gary Shteyngart
‘Today, I’ve made a major decision: I am never going to die.’
