A young film composer turns to prostitution in a short story by Naben Ruthnum, set in a Rome of the early 1970s.
‘you can call my price by any name and she will come just the same’
Amy Sackville | The Proust Questionnaire
‘What is your guiltiest pleasure? Is it really a pleasure if you feel bad about it?’
‘The Minutes’ by Nell Stevens is shortlisted for the BBC National Short Story Award 2018.
‘It’s the hour of afterglow, the day’s demise, the sky bleeding to death.’
‘One of the loveliest possibilities / is that the truth is made of glass’
‘I looked back and there was something wrong about his hand – how it cupped her bottom, how it probed.’
Paul Dalla Rosa | Notes on Craft
‘I feel like I’m haunting an empty building, inert, waiting for each room to burst into flames.’
‘It was a red-light district and a plywood market and a town of hoodlums in one. I’ll add one more thing: The whole place stunk of sewage.’
A new story from Terese Svoboda about love, money and power in the hands of an aging parent.
‘I wore off my tongue / like candy’ Translated from the Catalan by Oscar Holloway.
Murasaki’s Paper Trail
Martin Puchner on how Murasaki Shikibu, a lady-in-waiting at the Japanese court, manage to write the first great novel of world literature.
Fred Pearce | Notes on Craft
‘For a hack like me, book-length meta-journalism is both a luxury and a challenge. I cannot hide my own views over 100,000 words, even if I want to.’