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Time’s Arrow (Part Three): The Conclusion
Martin Amis
‘Your shoulder blades still jolted to the artillery of the Russians as they scurried eastward.’
Sitting on Top of the World
T. Coraghessan Boyle
‘It was like floating untethered, drifting with the clouds, like being cupped in the hands of God.’
Plastic
Graham Swift
‘Sorting out the world! He should have sorted out himself and his own jeopardized household.’
In Summer Camps
Jayne Anne Phillips
‘The sky burned white to blond to powder to an almighty blue; the sun fell unobstructed.’
Some are Born to Sweet Delight
Nadine Gordimer
‘She stopped where she was; sourness was in her mouth and nose, oozing towards the foreign stranger, she mustn’t go a step nearer.’
The Great Santa
Geoffrey Wolff
‘The Great Santa, like circumstance itself, blew hot and cold; He was all caprice, chance, crapshoot.’
I’m a Mad Dog Biting Myself for Sympathy
Louise Erdrich
‘I had never seen a child this little before, so small that it was not a child yet.’
War Memories
Peregrine Hodson
‘I said I thought it was difficult to judge the actions of war in peace because war and peace are different worlds.’
Time’s Arrow (Part Two)
Martin Amis
‘Nine nights later we woke up in the small hours and lay there coldly. “Shtib,” he grunted.’
