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David Hayden

‘When you die you revive in the world of the last book you were reading before your demise.’

Nicole Krauss In Conversation

Nicole Krauss

‘The ancient stories we tell, as beautiful as they may be, also serve to shape our conventions about who we think we are or should be’

Death House

Christina Hesselholdt

New fiction translated from the Danish by Paul Russell Garrett.

Possessed | State of Mind

Jules Montague

‘I am neither fully awake nor entirely asleep. In fact, I wonder if I am even alive.’

Stuck Girls

Emma Copley Eisenberg

‘Nothing mesh, the friend who had gotten Tracy the Stuck Girls job told her. This isn’t porn. The guys pay just to watch a regular girl who happens to get stuck.’

Catherine Lacey | Five Things Right Now

Catherine Lacey

Catherine Lacey shares five things she’s reading, watching and thinking about right now.

Peter Stamm on To the Back of Beyond

Peter Stamm & Luke Neima

Peter Stamm on the drive of freedom in literature, German Romanticism and narrational technique.

The New Man | Devorah Baum and Josh Appignanesi in Conversation with Hisham Matar

Devorah Baum, Josh Appignanesi & Hisham Matar

What are the merits of the institution of marriage? What divides art and reality? And are our relationships all performative?

Pop-Up People

Peter Pomerantsev

We are living through a period of pop-up populism, where each political movement redefines ‘the Many’ and ‘the People’, where we are always reconsidering who counts as an ‘insider’ or an ‘outsider’, where what it means to belong is never certain.

The Republic of Motherhood

Liz Berry

‘a cardigan / soft as a creature, smelling of birth and milk’ – New poetry from Liz Berry.

Nothing to be afraid of | State of Mind

Anil K. Seth

‘Life in the first person is both magical and terrifying. But it is circumscribed.’ Anil K. Seth on the ties between our brains, bodies and consciousness.

Sarah Hall and Tessa Hadley In Conversation

Sarah Hall & Tessa Hadley

‘Literature is that odd paradox: an artifice that somehow truthfully engages the reader, the mind, the emotions, the self, in essential communion.’