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How Pinkie Killed a Man
Adewale Maja-Pearce
‘It was two years since I'd been in Zambia and I was looking forward to seeing Ronnie and his cousin, Pinkie’.
The Law of Diminishing Returns
Dale Peck
‘Love is like trash: it's not something you hoard, it's merely something you don't waste, like heat, or water, or paper’.
The Man in The Van
Lucretia Stewart
‘On Friday 20 March 1998 at ten-thirty in the morning I was lying in the bath, washing my hair’.
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.’
Peter Truth
Charlotte Hobson
‘Petya Pravda's dead. He died forty days ago, as elongated and translucent as an icon.’
The Coincidence of the Arts
Martin Amis
‘Round about, a thousand conversations missed a beat, gulped, and then hungrily resumed.’
Destroyed
Hilary Mantel
‘What an awful death, I said to myself. Smirking, I said, what a destruction.’
A short story by Hilary Mantel.
We Are the Kings
Michel Houellebecq
‘Smoking cigarettes has become the only element of real freedom in my day-to-day existence.’
A Sentence of Love
Assia Djebar
‘I met Annie for the first time in 1995, in Algiers. A friend of my sister's, she came from Paris and stayed with me for one night.’
