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Hôtel Valencia Palace
Annie Perreault
Ce jour-là, comme chaque jour, des poissons avaient nagé au-dessus des têtes.
Valencia Palace Hotel
Annie Perreault
A story by Annie Perreault, translated from the French by Rhonda Mullins, for the online edition of Granta 141: Canada.
In This Heart You Burn
D. W. Wilson
‘Years later, broken-chested beneath the axle of a Ford Mustang, he’ll dream back to a night on the shores of Mimeer Lake when he amphetamined through till dawn and cracked some asshat’s nose with his elbow and gave his virginity to Isabel Crease.’
Cold Mountain: Premières esquisses
Andrée A. Michaud
Ce qui s’est passé par la suite relève de la folie, folie des vents s’entredéchirant, folie de l’homme que ces vents avaient poussé chez moi.
Cold Mountain
Andrée A. Michaud
What came after was the stuff of madness, the madness of warring winds, the madness of the man these winds had delivered up to me.
Canopy
Naben Ruthnum
‘We think of L’Auberge as more of a sanatorium than a rehab. Certainly not as a mental hospital.’ Fiction from Naben Ruthrum.
The Rememberer
Johanna Skibsrud
‘The history of human thought, she would sigh despairingly, was nothing more, after all, than an arduous dream.’
Lagomorph
Alexander MacLeod
‘It is important to establish, before this begins, that I never thought of myself as an animal person.’
The Initials
Alex Leslie
‘There was no inquiry and no report either because we all have new names now.’
The Battlefield
Dominique Fortier
‘For years, you have been passing through my life; like a comet, disappearing as quickly as you come.’ Translated by Rhonda Mullins.
