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Climb the Mountains

Apricot Irving

'Harm that comes through the hands of those we love must be wrestled with; it does not simply disappear.'

Cormac James | Notes on Craft

Cormac James

‘My most recent writing lesson came from Elizabeth Strout, a few months ago. Pay attention, is all she taught me, and it was plenty.’

Cumbrian Fell Pony

Sarah Hall

Sarah Hall writes about the Cumbrian fell pony for Granta 142: Animalia.

Days of Awe

A.M. Homes

Read the title story from AM Homes' dazzling new collection of short stories, Days of Awe, available now from Granta Books.

Ersatz Panda

Lucy Ives

‘My greatest desire has always been to take people literally. It’s not the same as wanting to trust them, but it’s related.’

Felix Culpa

Jeremy Gavron

‘This writer does not write among these men who are here because they have lost the plot, lost the thread of their own lives.’

Han Suyin: A Friendship

Aamer Hussein

'Han Suyin, elegant postcolonial diva avant la lettre, icon of the new, nonaligned Asia, thorn in the side of the dying British Empire and the American Right.'

Holy Man

Will Harris

‘I must / have been the only one to catch his eye, to hold it.’

I’ll Go On

Hwang Jungeun

‘Swish-swish, swish-swish. The sound fills the large space around them, and Nana finds this deeply satisfying.’

Issue

Cormac James

‘I want you to close your eyes. I want you to relax, let go. I want you to let your mind see as vividly as possible the images my words conjure up. And above all, no matter what I say, I want you to trust me.’

I’m Black So You Don’t Have to Be

Colin Grant

'Can the black author really write out of her or his colour? In writing about black characters can they ever escape race?' Colin Grant looks at the evolution of racial politics.

Jeremy Gavron | Notes on Craft

Jeremy Gavron

‘Is the conventional novel the closest model we have to our condition? Or simply the bedtime story that most comforts us?’

Kestrel

Cynan Jones

‘A kestrel is not domestic. The one time I tried affection the bird put his beak through my lip.’

Lake Like a Mirror

Ho Sok Fong

‘If she’d swerved any harder, she would have crashed right into the lake.’ New fiction by Ho Sok Fong, translated from the Chinese by Natascha Bruce.