‘Things started going wrong at my ten-year college reunion – or I guess I mean that I realized how wrong they had gone.’
The Buzzard’s Egg
‘I can’t remember: did a young man destroy his miserable god, or did a god free its worshipper and take his blood and his bones?’
‘We missed our moment, reading the classics in semi-virtual travel agencies.’
Nothing Ever Happens Here
‘I was broke, and I was a nobody, but I was happy.’ A story from Otessa Moshfegh about a young man moving to Hollywood.
The Wrong Square
‘Something as fundamental to intelligence as counting was eluding him.’
‘This was the morning I discovered the anatomy of a hair.’ New fiction by Guadalupe Nettel, translated from the Spanish by Rahul Bery.
Her Lousy Shoes
‘On good days, he could believe that that was exactly what he appeared to be: pedestrian, a pedestrian, a walker, walking, going places, on the ups, possessing two healthy feet at least.’
‘A single pod of cardamom! Was that enough? To flavour an entire life’s pot of time?’
‘She felt things under the skin: scars where the body had torn during childbirth, clumps of cellulite, lobules and ducts.’
Look Out, Narendran!
A madman is dead set on blowing up the Taj Mahal, and there’s only one pair of detectives who can stop him. Tamil Pulp Fiction at its best.
The Middle Ages: Approaching the Question of a Terminal Date
‘What is left? What is he to wrap himself in, now that everything has floated off into space?’
To Rio de Janeiro
‘In the end, what one understands in Rio de Janeiro is that joy is the only coherence of a living being.’
‘You didn’t know where you wanted to end up, had never considered how much time you had left.’
Poor Lucky Kolyvanova
‘The red girls’ school stood opposite a grey boys’ school, built five years after it as if to proclaim the rational symmetry of the world.’
She had already imagined it all, so much so that when she finally did see him, she felt unable to speak.
To the Ocean
‘At the desk they said they encouraged guests not to walk, but she was determined’