Peshawar is a mess. And last winter—the winter before September 11 became a significant date,...
Peshawar is a mess. And last winter—the winter before September 11 became a significant date, before the word ‘Taliban’ became part of the ordinary American vocabulary, when Osama Bin Laden, once resident in the city, was still merely infamous—it seemed at its worst. The smog above the city …
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‘The anglophone world, we have to infer, has run out of words for its own feelings.’
Daisy Hildyard on the wisdom of scarecrows.
‘What is the read receipt for?’
Lillian Fishman on texting, power and the ethics of leaving a friend on read.
‘Like pretty much everyone who uses the internet, I have seen many terrible things that I did not search for and that I cannot unsee.’
Rosanna McLaughlin on what the internet thinks she wants.
‘I have a pathological addiction to the internet, which I indulge with the excuse of making art. It rarely translates to anything good and mostly leaves me overstimulated and afraid.’
Paul Dalla Rosa on excess and the internet.
‘rumors of bees on speedwell, / no oxidative stress just / effortless pollination’
Two poems by Sylvia Legris.
‘It is India’s turn to undergo social traumas that other countries have suffered in their pursuit of wealth and power.’
‘I was unfortunate to know a Christianity so tainted by colonialism and racial distrust.’
‘Bollywood is part of what our culture has become. We are lying to ourselves all the time.’
‘An enormous black form rose from the water. Uncle Feng told me in a low voice to run fast.’
Fiction by Can Xue, translated by Annelise Finegan.
‘At a time when China has become a unifying specter of menace for Western governments, this issue of Granta brings the country’s literary culture into focus.’
The editor introduces the issue.
‘My son was eight days shy of his 100-day celebration when I started to see devils in his eyes.’
Catherine Cho’s Inferno is shortlisted for the 2020 Young Writer of the Year Award.
