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Marcelo Ferroni | Interview
Marcelo Ferroni
‘This is an exciting moment for Brazilian literature. We may see a batch of new, vibrant novels, really soon.’
Han Dong | Interview
Han Dong & Philip Hand
‘Inflaming readers isn’t a good thing; I want to entice them.’
Taiye Selasi | Podcast
Taiye Selasi & Ellah Allfrey
Taiye Selasi talks about her mother’s garden, Rachmaninov and learning to speak Italian.
Tao Lin | Interview
Tao Lin & Yuka Igarashi
Yuka Igarashi talks to Tao Lin about sense of place within the novel Taipei, his online presence and abstraction and metaphor in his writing.
Rhyme and Reason
Katha Pollitt & Adam Gopnik
‘I write for people who like poetry. The people who don’t like poetry are on their own.’
Emily Berry | Interview
Emily Berry & Rachael Allen
‘I’m not even very comfortable being defined as a female poet. You never hear about ‘male poets’.’
John Barth | Podcast
John Barth
John Barth discusses discovering William Faulkner and Lawrence Sterne as a student, the parallels between writing and arranging music, what happened to postmodernism and waiting for the muse to call.
Melanie Rae Thon on Vinicius Jatobá
Vinicius Jatobá & Melanie Rae Thon
‘You see that the only thing that seems to move in its atmosphere is dust suspended against a fine thread of sunlight, that time itself sleeps lazily on the stupefied clocks.’
Justin Jin | Interview
Justin Jin & Francisco Vilhena
‘This disaster has been going on for decades. I want to protest against this as loudly as I can through photography.’
Introducing Chicago
John Freeman
John Freeman introduces Granta’s new issue, celebrating the city of Chicago, a cultural and artistic hub and home to some of the world’s greatest writers and thinkers.
Bani Abidi | Interview
Bani Abidi & Saskia Vogel
‘I prefer to engage with things I may or may not find important at my own discretion, and feel a bit throttled by the world’s anxious curiosity about Pakistan.’
Banyan
Robert Olen Butler
‘I wake and it’s dark and a woman is beside me, naked and small, and she is waking too and the room is still heavy with the incense she burned for her dead.’
