The Wind That Lays Waste
‘Leni’s last image of her mother is from the rear window of the car.’
Read an excerpt from The Fallen by Carlos Manuel Álvarez, translated from the Spanish by Frank Wynne and available now from Fitzcarraldo Books.
An excerpt from Animalia by Jean-Baptiste Del Amo, translated from the French by Frank Wynne.
‘She does not go home for her mother's funeral because the prospect of return gives her insomnia. She splurges on a coat from Miu Miu instead.’
‘She has never been very keen on the thought of herself as other people see her.’
The Girls and the Dogs
‘Maurice turns left, turns right, to loosen out the kinks in his neck. Images slice through him.’
‘It got into you. How many scrapes had he seen? How many wrecks?’ New fiction from Will Boast.
‘They reached Cúcuta at midday. All of them except the grandmother were hungry.’
The Main Thing Is to Keep the Front Garden Immaculate
An extract from Beton Rouge by Simone Buchholz, translated from the German by Rachel Ward.
‘I released the picture of my mother’s breast, which resized itself to auto-fit my smartphone’s display.’
‘Vicky says I’m crazy. She said worse things too last night. But who could blame her?’
Field Notes on a Marriage
‘I tell myself it doesn’t do to fixate too much on the dead: apart from everything else, they can’t answer you.’
‘There she is: Dolores. Newly named. Sitting at the kitchen table inside the convent, conscious of how bad she must smell.’
The Silk Road
‘The choice of starting point wasn’t important; the important thing was to cycle through the same sequence of edges.’
At Yankee Stadium
‘From a series of linked couples they become one continuous wave, larger all the time.’
New fiction from Rebekah Frumkin, featuring psychiatrists brandishing DSM–5, delusions, transference and the menacing voice of Alex Trebek.
for Shy Brides
‘The husband, when we are introduced, will already be the husband.’
‘The sister has a headful of fine hair down to the small of her back. The golden colour of maize silk, her weave is not stiff and waxy like Chipo’s, but moves in the breeze.’
Ten Thousand Feet
‘I go up and watch the avenue through the window. Noise and more noise. An avenue of insects, stray bullets and snipers sprawled on the rooftops.’
Harley Hern’s ‘Screaming’ is the Pacific regional winner of the 2019 Commonwealth Short Story Prize.
My Biggest Insecurity About the Garden
‘Pathos is suffering. But is it suffering to realize a dream, however puny?’ New fiction by Caoilinn Hughes.
The Biggest House on Earth
‘What is happiness? Nothing other than pausing at the bottom of the stairs to admire the portrait of a beautiful queen from some distant, foreign land.’
The Summer After the War
‘As it was, my grandfather began helping me to paint without my having to ask him.’
‘I don’t know much about the cosmos, but I know enough to avoid the game of tennis.’
‘The bro has a pair of plump dogs over which he deploys nauseating quantities of ketchup.’
Rules for Visiting
‘It wasn’t until the end of dinner, when my aunt started clearing and my grandmother demanded another bottle of wine, that I began to understand.’
An excerpt from ZED, the forthcoming novel by Joanna Kavenna, a Granta Best of Young British Novelist.