Issue 127

Daisuke Yokota

‘The photograph we are left with and the memory of that time do not progress along the same time axes.’

Issue 126

Joy Williams

‘Grief knows how to love them because we don’t know how to do it any more.’

Issue 126

Edmund White

‘Mumbling is proof of artistic verisimilitude.’

Elise Winn

‘The year I turned seventeen, the cicada chorus was deafening, as if they were impatient for the real beginning of summer and didn’t realize they were it.’

Anya Yurchyshyn

‘I’d been telling myself I would get there and get through it. I’d been telling myself I was doing the right thing, that no one could escape doing this thing and that was why the thing was right, not wrong.’

Juan Pablo Villalobos

‘I knew he was a ‘strange’ writer, unclassifiable, with a boundless imagination, who was creating one of the most intriguing, thought-provoking bodies of work in the Spanish language.’

Alejandro Zambra

‘Something’s gone awry with this article. My intention was to remember, in his birthplace, a writer I admire, and it’s clear that my admiration has waned.’

Lina Wolff

‘Oline Stig doesn’t blindly obey the narrow logic of the dramatic curve, and she lets the story branch where it is necessary. The end is surprising and, so to say, out of tune in a liberating way.’

Joe Wenderoth

‘At first you treat him as a nobility – / a miraculous figure(head) / with no real office. / Then he dies.’

Issue 124

Lina Wolff

‘No one here is normal except you, and you’re not even from Spain.’

Issue 124

Samantha Wynne-Rhydderch

‘On tenterhooks / you think how string constricts, how / it connects, how you followed it back / to Rawtenstall.’

Issue 124

A Yi

‘I no longer feared that she would entrap me; my heart would not soften.’

Issue 124

Ellen Bryant Voigt

Joanna Walsh

‘I’m at a cafe table. It doesn’t matter which country. I’ve been travelling for a long time. By train. Nine, ten different countries in thirty days, a couple of nights in each, maybe three at most.’