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Paris Desert, Tokyo Mirage

Hitomi Kanehara

‘What I thought was the world yesterday, today I couldn’t even touch its outline.’

Two essays by Hitomi Kanehara.

Podcast | Joanna Kavenna

Joanna Kavenna

‘We all now exist as avatars, on shining tiles in these cubist landscapes’

Joanna Kavenna discusses her all-too-familiar surveillance dystopia, Zed.

One Hundred Years and a Day

Tomoka Shibasaki

‘After a while people’s faces began to fade, and they came to seem like hoards of noppera-bō, faceless spirits gliding by.’

Two stories by Tomoka Shibasaki.

Cheating

Ahmet Altan

‘I get into the police car with four officers from the Anti-Terrorism Branch. They are taking me to the prison.’

Two Poems

Kim Min Jeong

‘You think I like being called Cherry / because your cat’s named Cherry?’

Shame

Mieko Kawakami

‘During sex, Narumi would picture herself as steamed rice being turned into mochi rice cakes.’

North Winds Blow the Leaves From the Trees

Yu Miri

‘I liked her quiet regard, the way it gave me a sense of loneliness.’

Nightingale

Marina Kemp

‘She knew it was a trick of the lonely to favour the rude to the simply unmoved; that the loneliest thing in these villages and in this most tucked-away of professions was to elicit no response at all.’

Marina Kemp’s debut novel Nightingale is shortlisted for the 2020 Young Writer of the Year Award.

An Unnecessary Man

Maha Harada

‘I’d lived for half a century, but I had no sense of what that meant; no particular reaction.’

Tongues of Fire

Seán Hewitt

‘Waking, close to morning but still
a shuttered, metal dark in the room’

Two poems by Seán Hewitt from Tongues of Fire, shortlisted for the 2020 Sunday Times Young Writer of the Year Award.

The Bookmobile

Kotaro Isaka

‘He told me he had quit his job the day after the earthquake and came out here with nothing but a sleeping bag.’

Podcast | Caleb Klaces

Caleb Klaces

‘I think the infrastructure of community around fathering is very limited.’

We discuss Caleb Klaces’s debut novel, Fatherhood.

Two Poems

Hirata Toshiko

‘If I go to the window, / it could easily turn into bullets or rabbits.’

VIO

Kanako Nishi

‘I had an odd feeling as I regarded Yō, who knew things about me that I hadn’t known.’