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My Grandmother, the Censor

Masha Gessen

‘Where do crimes begin and end, and who, decades later, can be held responsible?’

The Last Eighteen Drops

Vitali Vitaliev

‘Drinking vodka is just a memory for me now. Vodka was hurting me.’

The Romanovs Come to Stay

Frances Welch

‘When I was a child I seemed to live in a fog of inattention which cleared only when I was alone.’

Naples is Closed

Barry Unsworth

‘Naples had always been high on the list of places I wanted to visit‘.

The Boy Who Watched the Ships Go By

Orhan Pamuk

‘For the last thirty years I've been keeping track of the ships that sail through the Bosporus.’

Lingua Franca

Luc Sante

‘In order to write of my childhood I have to translate. It is as if I were writing about someone else. As a boy, I lived in French; now, I live in English.’

Whooah . . . Pizza!

Pierre Merle

The following examples of contemporary French slang come from Le Dico de l'Argot fin-de-siècle compiled by a Parisian journalist, Pierre Merle.

Agnès

René Belletto

‘Having told his story, the thief had said goodbye to Agnès, regretfully, she thought’.

The Farm at Le Garet

Raymond Depardon

‘On days when the light is beautiful, when the sun is red above the Saône, I find myself regretting not having come more often when my parents were working the farm.’

The Case of Stephen Lawrence

Brian Cathcart

‘Stephen Lawrence was murdered on the night of 22 April 1993, in Eltham, a south-eastern suburb of London.‘

A Note on Shakespeare

Harold Pinter

‘Shakespeare writes of the open wound and, through him, we know it open and know it closed. We tell when it ceases to beat and tell it at its highest peak of fever‘, Harold Pinter in 'A Note on Shakespeare' in Granta 59: France: The Outsider.

The Roads of London

Doris Lessing

‘You could not get a decent cup of coffee anywhere in the British Isles.’

The Josser

Nell Stroud

‘When I was ten we moved to the country, to a village called Minety.’

Heraldry

George Steiner

‘Papa embodied, as did every corner of our Paris home, the tenor, the prodigality and glow of Jewish-European and Central-European emancipation.’