It was because it was night-time and raining that I decided to drive up to Lana Turner’s old house in Beverly Hills. The crime had taken place forty-six years earlier, on a stormy Good Friday. This was Ash Wednesday, and if I went now, who knew, maybe I would get some sense of the atmosphere that …
In Lana Turner’s Bedroom
Isis in Darkness
Margaret Atwood presents a man pining for his lost love over decades.
Do Not Say We Have Nothing
An extract from Madeleine Thien‘s Man-Booker shortlisted novel.
Zulu Romeo Foxtrot
Douglas Coupland on rock-star font Helvetica.
In Sight of the Lake
A women looks for control in a story by Alice Munro.
A mildewed dystopia from Camilla Grudova.
Eli Goldstone | Five Things Right Now
‘The closest I come to meditating is sitting in front of a tumble dryer with a dead magazine.’
The Unmailed Letter
‘I was already suspicious of you before you were even born. You were Mama’s then, eating her up from the inside like a little cancer. She became yellow. She lost chunkfuls of hair.’
‘Michelle had learned a valuable lesson: Do not leave the house unless you look ready to meet Matt Dillon.’ From the novel Black Wave.