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Swimming Underwater
Merethe Lindstrøm
‘When I picture my childhood, it’s like I’m swimming underwater.’ Merethe Lindstrøm’s story is translated from the Norwegian by Marta Eidsvåg, and is the winner of Harvill Secker’s Young Translators’ Prize 2016.
The Beacon & The Bane
Malerie Willens
‘In spite of my pining and missing, neither man seemed fully formed and I felt a little lonely in the presence of both.’
The Beauty and the Bat
Diane Williams
‘I knew who she was well enough, by then – a competent woman in earnest who didn’t like me.’
The Birds of June
John Connell
‘Her dreams were interrupted occasionally by the sound of the cow and her newborn calf from the outhouse sheds. A low bellow would crinkle the folds of her mind and then seconds later it would be answered from some other shed in the distance.’
The Cleanse
Azareen Van der Vliet Oloomi
‘There is foam on the sea of our blood. It is the foam of history. We are the survivors, we say.’
The Conveyor Belt
Louise Stern
‘Tall men that looked like insects crept out of cracks in the stones.’
The Disappearing
Fatima Bhutto
‘I have gone to the forest to lie among the moss and sleep under a canopy of trees. I have gone to the forest to root among the soil and listen to the birds.’
The Ferryman
Azam Ahmed
‘I do not do this work for the government, or the Taliban, or even the men who I collect from the battlefield and return to their loved ones. All these years I have done this for God.’
The Good Citizens
Christy Edwall
‘In the black fog of her grief, Anna Kraft received an invitation.’
The Inheritance
Amelia Gray
‘The bag was full of fresh dogshit. The note attached read For my children and theirs.’
