Our Lady of Mercy
‘I was engaged in a battle of politeness, those kindly – but ferocious – skirmishes that are so common in our country.’
Webs of Fiction
‘The complexity of stories are not singularly reliant on an abundance of words.’
All the Devils Are Here
‘A seaside shelter in the middle of autumn – it seems a strange choice.’
Equal Recognition | Discoveries
In an article for the LA Review of Books, Deborah Smith discusses the politics of literary translation and the backlash she received after winning the Man Booker International Prize.
There Is No Light of the World But the World
‘The mountain rises and sleeps backward / into a cloud-captured sun’
‘Didn’t we remember lyrics fine before we had the internet in our pockets?’ Danny Denton on the lost art of sing-songing.
‘Estuary English, the tongue of the river mouth, open vowels, clipped syllables that nonetheless spilled into one: I found it hard to listen to. The words snapped at my ears: malicious fish.’
‘This writer does not write among these men who are here because they have lost the plot, lost the thread of their own lives.’
Rachel Reaches Out
‘She hit send and sighed as the email-whoosh came through her headphones. Theo was sitting at his desk less than six metres away.’
Best Book of 1996: The Lost Lunar Baedeker
‘Mina Loy has been a preferred voice in my head, echoing with a signature delirious chant as a kind of primordial poetry mother.’
Souvankham Thammavongsa | Notes on Craft
‘When I look at a word, I can see the thing inside it. The ear inside heart.’
Round-Up 2017 | Editor’s Picks
We've put together a round-up of our favourite pieces from 2017 – stories, essays, readings, poetry and extracts from some of the best novels of 2017.
Round-Up 2017 | Readers’ Choice
With the year coming to a close, we've rounded up our readers' favourite pieces.
Best Book of 1990: Anecdotes of Modern Art
‘If I tell you a book is an encyclopedic and fast-paced tour of the interrelationship of making art and being in pain, need I say more?’
Hôtel Valencia Palace
Ce jour-là, comme chaque jour, des poissons avaient nagé au-dessus des têtes.
Valencia Palace Hotel
A story by Annie Perreault, translated from the French by Rhonda Mullins, for the online edition of Granta 141: Canada.
Best book of 1936: Locos
Ingrid Persaud on why Felipe Alfau’s Locos is the best book of 1936.
Best Book of 1969: Pricksongs & Descants
Lisa Taddeo on why Robert Coover’s Pricksongs & Descants is the best book of 1969.
When We Fight, We Have Our Children With Us
‘We are all politically involved whether we like it or not, and children are already on the frontlines.’
Anosh Irani | Notes on Craft
‘The interiority that we keep speaking of in fiction is built on pain’
In This Heart You Burn
‘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.’
Mountains Don’t Know Borders
‘In the Balkans, the present is often perched precariously on top of the past.’
Cold Mountain: Premières esquisses
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.
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.
‘By the dog the minced oaths, / the god-wounds, the solemnly / declared chronical maladies.’
Doubling and Redoubling | Discoveries
Photographs, e-fiction and daylight saving time. Our favourite pieces published elsewhere this week.
‘We think of L’Auberge as more of a sanatorium than a rehab. Certainly not as a mental hospital.’ Fiction from Naben Ruthrum.
Letter to Razan Zaitouneh
PEN International’s Day of the Imprisoned Writer – we stand in solidarity with writers who have suffered persecution exercising their freedom of expression.