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Matalasi

Jenny Bennett-Tuionetoa

Jenny Bennett-Tuionetoa’s ‘Matalasi’ is the Pacific winner of the 2018 Commonwealth Short Story Prize. 

The Dive

Samsun Knight

‘What’s wrong is that she cannot breathe.’ Samsun Knight’s ‘The Dive’ is the winner of the 2018 Disquiet Literary Prize

Gooseen

Nuala O’Connor

Nuala O’Connor’s short story about Nora Barnacle, and her first meetings with James Joyce.

The Break-up of the Ice

Lucie Elven

‘Deeper in the port, a woman was speaking, a knitting process in which letters were picked and drawn out of loops of sound, detaching in part and rejoining, like a sort of memory.’ New fiction by Lucie Elven

Challenger Deep

Ashley Hutson

‘The message was cheerful, positive. I did not express weakness on my son’s behalf: this is a mother’s first rule.’

West

Carys Davies

Carys Davies' new novel is a mesmerising depiction of the uncharted wilderness beyond the Mississippi River

Fathers and Sons

Benjamin Markovits

‘For a while it wasn’t clear how good he would become, and then it was. He went up the rankings, stopped, and started going down.’

Acts of Infidelity

Lena Andersson

‘Anticipation made it difficult for Ester to swallow.’ Translated from the Swedish by Saskia Vogel.

Oh, the Obvious

Christine Schutt

‘A wizened spring, the sickly prickly pear and organ pipe cacti were so riddled with holes they might have been targets.’

The Duchess of Albany

Christine Schutt

‘The permanence of his absence is a noise she hears when she listens to how quiet.’

Days of Awe

A.M. Homes

Read the title story from AM Homes' dazzling new collection of short stories, Days of Awe, available now from Granta Books.

Snow Job

Brian Allen Carr

‘I like to think the ones who are worst at coloring will remember me the longest.’

Lake Like a Mirror

Ho Sok Fong

‘If she’d swerved any harder, she would have crashed right into the lake.’ New fiction by Ho Sok Fong, translated from the Chinese by Natascha Bruce.

The Perseids

Susan Straight

‘The time of the Perseids never varied. That was why Dante’s mother had taught him the stars.’