When I was young, seven or eight, one of my father’s German short-haired pointers had puppies. These were marvelous things, trembly and small as guinea pigs and swimming all over each other so they were hard to count. Their eyes, still blind, were like little cuts. After a few days my father decid…
Last Day on Earth
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.
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Douglas Coupland on rock-star font Helvetica.
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A women looks for control in a story by Alice Munro.
A mildewed dystopia from Camilla Grudova.
‘It is important to establish, before this begins, that I never thought of myself as an animal person.’
‘There was no inquiry and no report either because we all have new names now.’