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Lecture on Loneliness

Claire Schwartz

‘Only history makes her lonely, only after makes her first.’

A poem by Claire Schwartz.

Notes on Craft

Nataliya Deleva

‘I didn’t want to write Arrival from a place of exile or outcast.’ Nataliya Deleva on writing in her adoptive language.

The Wonders

Elena Medel

‘You need money even to protest.’

Junket

Lauren Groff

New short fiction by Lauren Groff.

Two Poems

Emily Berry

‘I do not see / the slow wheels in my blood turning, but / I ride them’

Two poems by Emily Berry.

The Yearner

Rachel Long

‘I stacked three pillows, made sure / my head was heavy with bills, wine’.

A poem by Rachel Long.

The Trip to Rose Cottage

Cal Flyn

‘People washed up here, and remained.’

Cal Flyn visits the abandoned island of Swona.

In a Letter

Kate Zambreno

‘How is it possible we lived in that same house? Although every house in that neighborhood looked more or less alike.’ A story by Kate Zambreno.

Literary Exhibitionism

Nataliya Meshchaninova

‘In my diary I was always sassy, proud, and forbidding.’

E-Friends

Emily Adrian

‘I had also, a week earlier, been fired for trying to sleep with my boss’s husband. I got the idea from a book, or maybe every book.’

New fiction by Emily Adrian.

Acts of Desperation

Megan Nolan

‘I wish I could step inside this memory and steady myself, put a cool reassuring hand on my own and convince myself to wait.’

An excerpt from Megan Nolan’s Acts of Desperation, shortlisted for the Sunday Times Young Writers Award.

Introduction

Sigrid Rausing

‘I don’t think we have quite processed yet what those months of isolation did to us – a time of fear and daily death tolls and also of unprecedented curtailment of our freedom of movement. But there were consolations.’

Editor Sigrid Rausing introduces the issue.

The Hour of the Wolf

Fatima Bhutto

‘Though I have had dogs all my life, Coco is my first real companion.’

Fatima Bhutto on grief.

Pure Colour

Sheila Heti

‘She had never seen that colour before. It was the colour of a father dying.’

An excerpt from Sheila Heti’s forthcoming novel.