Granta | The Home of New Writing

Explore Fiction

Matt Dillon

Michelle Tea

‘Michelle had learned a valuable lesson: Do not leave the house unless you look ready to meet Matt Dillon.’ From the novel Black Wave.

Memoirs of a Polar Bear

Yoko Tawada

‘I was perfectly content with my new life until I began to write my autobiography.’

Memoirs of an Anti-Semite

Gregor von Rezzori

‘For our kind it was impossible to fall in love with a Jewish girl. It meant being unfaithful to our flag.’

Messages with the Supplicant

Nicolette Polek

‘On Good Friday, the priest in the livestream video stood inside the darkened sanctuary.’

Fiction by Nicolette Polek.

Middle Ground

Georgina Parfitt

‘At school, the primroses were coming out. Brighton was eleven, and every day now there was something new emerging.’

A story by Georgina Parfitt.

Midnight’s Children

Salman Rushdie

‘He resolved never again to kiss earth for any god or man.’

An extract from Salman Rushdie’s Midnight’s Children.

Monsterhuman

Kjersti Skomsvold

‘Waking is now worse than falling asleep, I didn’t think that was possible.’ Translated from the Norwegian by Becky L. Crook.

Moscow Dynamo

Victor Pelevin

‘That's why they're able to live like normal human beings, he thought, because they never forget about their duty. They don't spend all their time getting pissed like folks here.’

Mother And Son

Akhil Sharma

‘I also tried holding my breath for a moment longer than necessary and asking God to give the unused breaths to Birju.’

Mother Care

Jayne Anne Phillips

‘After the birth and the overnight in the hospital she didn’t go downstairs for a week.’

Mr A

Stephanie Soileau

‘At the front of the line, Jabowen and Mr A are talking. Or, more than talking, really. Julie has noticed this before – it’s impossible to miss – but today it worries her more deeply than she can quite admit.’

Mr Salary

Sally Rooney

‘My love for him felt so total and so annihilating that it was often impossible for me to see him clearly at all.’

Mrs S

K Patrick

‘Without waiting for me she removes her white shirt. Each button a piece of my own spine, undone.’

An extract from Mrs S by K Patrick.

My Angel

Adam Thorpe

‘I am full of unreal desires and worthless imaginings.’