‘In Bosnia, it seemed, a deal was a deal and the Bosnian was ready to pay his rent.’
‘This is my only story. Now that I am sixty I can tell it’.
‘Dear X1, the first document began, On X2, as X3 moves into X4, I want you to turn X5 years into golden wealth.’
‘Bakamonotako felt she didn’t need all eight of her appendages. Four would do.’
‘I walked behind you. You led the rallies. I lost my mother. You rubbed my back.’
‘If you’ve come all this way here to listen to me, your life will undoubtedly get worse. I’m here to warn you, not to reassure you.’
‘At first the Gypsies didn’t know how to answer their cellphone.’
New fiction from Olga Tokarczuk, translated from the Polish by Jennifer Croft.
‘No one was safe walking to church in the dark, but Buddy knew better than to beg not to go'.
‘No bullet, no recoil, no shot.’
‘We think of L’Auberge as more of a sanatorium than a rehab. Certainly not as a mental hospital.’ Fiction from Naben Ruthrum.
‘I didn’t dream because I had no memories.’
‘For reasons I don’t want to go into, I decided to commit suicide.’
‘I open the chair and angle it toward the shop. Then I sit and wait.’
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