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Bezoar
Guadalupe Nettel
‘This was the morning I discovered the anatomy of a hair.’ New fiction by Guadalupe Nettel, translated from the Spanish by Rahul Bery.
Her Lousy Shoes
Tracy O’Neill
‘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.’
Performance Art
Manjula Padmanabhan
‘A single pod of cardamom! Was that enough? To flavour an entire life’s pot of time?’
Numb
Lauren Schenkman
‘She felt things under the skin: scars where the body had torn during childbirth, clumps of cellulite, lobules and ducts.’
Look Out, Narendran!
Subha
A madman is dead set on blowing up the Taj Mahal, and there’s only one pair of detectives who can stop him. Tamil Pulp Fiction at its best.
The Middle Ages: Approaching the Question of a Terminal Date
David Szalay
‘What is left? What is he to wrap himself in, now that everything has floated off into space?’
To Rio de Janeiro
Gonçalo M. Tavares
‘In the end, what one understands in Rio de Janeiro is that joy is the only coherence of a living being.’
To Zagreb
Yoko Tawada
‘You didn’t know where you wanted to end up, had never considered how much time you had left.’
Poor Lucky Kolyvanova
Ludmila Ulitskaya
‘The red girls’ school stood opposite a grey boys’ school, built five years after it as if to proclaim the rational symmetry of the world.’
