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A letter from Kazuo Ishiguro
Kazuo Ishiguro
The letter that accompanied Ishiguro’s first submission to Granta.
A Letter From Wales
Cynan Jones
‘Believe me – it will be impossible for you not to wonder – when I vow I am entirely sane.’
A Letter to my Sons: War’s End
Heinrich Böll
‘No, it's not easier for you than it was for us: don't let them tell you otherwise.’
A Letter to Our Son
Peter Carey
‘We talked about Alison’s blood. We asked her what she thought this mystery could be. Really what we wanted was to be told that everything was OK. There was a look on Alison's face when she asked. I cannot describe it, but it was not a face seeking medical “facts”.’
A Life in Photographs
Don McCullin
‘What I'm doing is not art. How can I call it that? I'm stuck with a load of pictures of humanity–suffering, dying, bleeding. These pictures come from a witness.’
A Life Where Nothing Happens
Mazen Maarouf
‘His fear was that we would die in front of him and so he thought of us all the time, which is not what he wanted.’
Fiction by Mazen Maarouf.
A Light Bird
Maylis de Kerangal
‘Her voice survived her, in recorded form, indestructible, in the form of a light bird.’
Fiction by Maylis de Kerangal, translated by Jessica Moore.
A Literature for Politics: Introduction
Bill Buford
‘‘A Literature for Politics' is dedicated to a different set of possibilities - the possibilities of political engagement.’
A Little Closer
Angelique Stevens
‘We were twelve and thirteen and smoking cigarettes in our basement with friends – Mom and Dad at work, Hall & Oates on forty-five.’
Angelique Stevens recalls the year her sister went missing.
A Lovely and Terrible Thing
Chris Womersley
‘For a moment I could not speak. I looked off into the bleak distance, then at this man, and there was something about the sad shake of his head and the way his hair flapped about on his scalp that filled me with unreasonable warmth.’
A Man’s Life
Pajtim Statovci
‘I wished my family would die, my friends too, everybody I knew, because only that way could they never follow me wherever I went.’
