‘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.’
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?’
‘I have heard the item girls singing each to each. / I do not think they will sing to me.’
A Double-Income Family
When Mrs Mehra leaves Delhi she retires in one of ‘the vast new satellite townships on the eastern fringes of the metropolis’.
‘Selecting the right kind of a tomato was crucial for the scam to work.’
The Wrong Square
‘Something as fundamental to intelligence as counting was eluding him.’