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The Exploding Planet of Junot Díaz
Evelyn Ch’ien
‘The world tends to give us pieces, and then in our imagination, because of our desire and because of our need, we make them whole.’
John Barth | Podcast
John Barth
John Barth discusses discovering William Faulkner and Lawrence Sterne as a student, the parallels between writing and arranging music, what happened to postmodernism and waiting for the muse to call.
John Barth | Interview
John Barth
‘Everything we do in art is likely to turn out to be either prophecy or exorcism, whatever its other intentions.’
Granta Best of Young British Novelists 4 Audiobook
Ellah Allfrey
In the first partnership of its kind, Audible and Granta magazine are collaborating on the unabridged audiobook production of Granta 123: Best of Young British Novelists 4.
Mark Crick | Interview
Mark Crick
Mark Crick on the DIY tips of the world’s greatest novelists, how to inhabit another writer’s voice and why there is nothing more erotic than painting.
Jeffrey Eugenides on Adam Thirlwell
Jeffrey Eugenides
‘The playfulness of the language, the way the mandarin wit, line by line, consorts with grisly or louche material.’
Ablutions
Patrick deWitt
An animated video including a reading from Patrick deWitt’s novel Ablutions.
Kettly Mars | Best Untranslated Writers
Edwidge Danticat
‘Ms Mars is a singularly gifted writer, who with each new work delves more profoundly into themes that are both timely and essential.’
Paul Auster | Interview
Paul Auster
Paul Auster discusses his new novel ‘Invisible’, his writing process and the unsettling quality of narrative clarity.
The Man from Hiroshima
Maurizio Chierici
‘Then the explosion stunned me momentarily. Hiroshima disappeared under a yellow cloud. No one spoke after that.’
Eleanor Catton | Interview
Eleanor Catton
Eleanor Catton, author of the critically acclaimed, Betty Trask-award-winning debut novel, The Rehearsal, talks to Granta.
The Sweetmaker of Kabul
Oliver Englehart
‘The Mandayee bazaar in Kabul’s old city is no tourist souk. Stop to gawp at some oddity of life here and you might be trampled under the mucky wheels of an overladen handcart.’
