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Summer 2018
An issue on gender and power
Devorah Baum reads Grace Paley to find out what women want
Stella Duffy looks for LGBT voices in the #MeToo debate
Fernanda Eberstadt remembers the 70s drag scene in New York
Debra Gwartney breaks her silence
Ottessa Moshfegh gets what she wants
TaraShea Nesbit revisits her lost childhood
Brittany Newell deconstructs Paris Hilton’s sex tape
Lisa Wells on the process of revisiting trauma
New fiction from: Tara Isabella Burton, Paul Dalla Rosa, Sally Rooney, Miriam Toews, Zoe Whittall and Leni Zumas
A comic by Tommi Parrish
Poetry by Momtaza Mehri and Fiona Benson
And photoessays by Sébastien Lifshitz and Tomoko Sawada, introduced by Andrew McMillan and Sayaka Murata
Cover artwork by Tommi Parrish
From this Issue
Essays & Memoir|Granta 144
Essays & Memoir|Granta 144
Introduction
Sigrid Rausing
Editor and publisher Sigrid Rausing introduces Granta 144: genericlovestory.
Essays & Memoir|Granta 144
Essays & Memoir|Granta 144
I Bite My Friends
Fernanda Eberstadt
‘The Easter Parade is winding down, when I spot Him. Her. Them. The Apparition.’
Fiction|Granta 144
Fiction|Granta 144
Women Talking
Miriam Toews
‘When we have liberated ourselves, we will have to ask ourselves who we are.’
Essays & Memoir|Granta 144
Essays & Memoir|Granta 144
On Paris Hilton and Other Undead Things
Brittany Newell
‘What sex tapes offer, on a hauntological level, is an impossible closeness to that which is neither dead nor alive.’
Poetry|Granta 144
Poetry|Granta 144
Though I Have Never Been to Ostia, I Have Seen the Place Where Our Dreams Died
Momtaza Mehri
‘like pasolini’s dream of an african oresteia let us be ridiculous’
Essays & Memoir|Granta 144
Essays & Memoir|Granta 144
Telling My Story
Stella Duffy
‘I wonder if they could all smell the queer on me, the queer in me, the burgeoning sexuality that I had no words for at the time.’
Art & Photography|Granta 144
Art & Photography|Granta 144
Cross-Dressers
Sébastien Lifshitz & Andrew McMillan
‘These images appear to give a glimpse of a ghost-self, a photographic negative of the heart.’ Andrew McMillan introduces photography curated by Sébastien Lifshitz.
Fiction|Granta 144
Fiction|Granta 144
Normal People
Sally Rooney
‘After the first time they had sex, Marianne stayed the night in his house.’ New fiction from Sally Rooney.
Fiction|Granta 144
Fiction|Granta 144
Comme
Paul Dalla Rosa
‘Because I spent a large amount of time convincing people to buy clothing they would never actually wear, it was easy to convince myself the same.’
Art & Photography|Granta 144
Art & Photography|Granta 144
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Tommi Parrish
New work from graphic artist Tommi Parrish.
Fiction|Granta 144
Fiction|Granta 144
I’ve Seen the Future, Baby; It Is Murder
Tara Isabella Burton
‘It was not very comfortable, but the appeal of it was that we did not like each other.’
Poetry|Granta 144
Poetry|Granta 144
Zeus
Fiona Benson
‘days I talked with Zeus / I ate only ice / felt the blood trouble and burn / under my skin’
Essays & Memoir|Granta 144
Essays & Memoir|Granta 144
Abscessed Tooth
Debra Gwartney
‘Silence allows me to pretend that this happened to someone else a long time ago, and not to me.’
Art & Photography|Granta 144
Art & Photography|Granta 144
Chameleon
Tomoko Sawada & Sayaka Murata
‘If Sawada can transform herself without limit, maybe I can too.’ Sayaka Murata introduces Tomoko Sawada’s photographs, translated from the Japanese by Ginny Tapley Takemori.
Essays & Memoir|Granta 144
Essays & Memoir|Granta 144
See What You Do to Me
TaraShea Nesbit
‘My intention was to protect myself, and not to have to go back on my word.’
Essays & Memoir|Granta 144
Essays & Memoir|Granta 144
On the Trouble of Bound Association
Lisa Wells
‘We cannot know our era as it’s unfolding.’
Fiction|Granta 144
Fiction|Granta 144
Wild Failure
Zoe Whittall
‘They’re driving their failing relationship into the desert.’
Essays & Memoir|Granta 144
Essays & Memoir|Granta 144
Jailbait
Ottessa Moshfegh
‘Part of what made him interesting was that I felt he would dismiss me the moment I bored him.’
Fiction|Granta 144
Fiction|Granta 144
That
Leni Zumas
‘Members of the committee, I am bitter, it’s true. But this doesn’t change the facts.’
Poetry|Granta 144
Poetry|Granta 144
Biscotti Boys / On Men Who Wear Living as Loosely as Their Suits
Momtaza Mehri
‘salmaan the second son & his mama’s seventh seal by way of underwater & underemployment’
Essays & Memoir|Granta 144
Essays & Memoir|Granta 144
What Do Women Want?
Devorah Baum
‘What we’re arguing about turns out to be how to speak to each other at all.’
The Online Edition
Essays & Memoir|The Online Edition
The Trouble With Rape
April Ayers Lawson
April Ayers Lawson on rape, trauma, and the difficulty of speaking out about sexual abuse.
Essays & Memoir|The Online Edition
On M.I.A.
Momtaza Mehri
Momtaza Mehri considers the legacy of M.I.A.
Essays & Memoir|The Online Edition
On Cardi B
Rita Indiana
‘A crude, catchy hymn written by a woman who’s confessed to writing about what she likes, and that what she likes is “fighting bitches”.’
The Editor's Chair|The Online Edition
The Editor’s Chair: On Daša Drndić
Katharina Bielenberg
‘Language is always logic, no matter which language it is.’
Essays & Memoir|The Online Edition
Terminology
Callie Gardner
‘In Iris, they speak a language with a hundred pronouns.’
Poetry|The Online Edition
Two Poems
Miriam Bird Greenberg
‘Why wasn’t I better made / to refute assimilation’s maze’
Fiction|The Online Edition
E.E.G.
Daša Drndić
‘A threatening soundlessness falls like a breeze onto our stone floor.’
Poetry|The Online Edition
Comic Timing
Holly Pester
‘I went to Ilford alone / was handed a white laminated square’
Essays & Memoir|The Online Edition
Mariana Enríquez | Notes on Craft
Mariana Enriquez
‘I found a way to speak: the women talked for me’ Translated by Josie Mitchell.
Fiction|The Online Edition
The Woman Dies
Aoko Matsuda
‘The woman dies. She dies to provide a plot twist. She dies to develop the narrative. She dies for cathartic effect. She dies because no one could think of what else to do with her.’ Aoko Matsuda, translated from the Japanese by Polly Barton.
In Conversation|The Online Edition
Akwaeke Emezi | In Conversation
Akwaeke Emezi & Halimat Shode
An issue on gender and power Devorah Baum reads Grace Paley to find out what...
Essays & Memoir|The Online Edition
On Rihanna
Alexia Arthurs
‘Rihanna had cut her hair short, and she was no longer being marketed as the Caribbean Beyoncé.’
Fiction|The Online Edition
Common Whipping
Naben Ruthnum
A young film composer turns to prostitution in a short story by Naben Ruthnum, set in a Rome of the early 1970s.
Fiction|The Online Edition
‘I Am Going to Speak to You about Anxiety’
Hernán Díaz
‘Her mother was still sitting on the sofa, stroking the left armrest while she talked.’
Poetry|The Online Edition
Three Poems
Sophie Robinson
‘you can call my price by any name and she will come just the same’
Fiction|The Online Edition
Slip of a Fish
Amy Arnold
‘Charlie’s swimming. Six strokes then she turns to breathe, six more and all the way to the end of the length. She’s a swimmer, Charlie. She’s a bit of a fish, a slip of a fish.’
Poetry|The Online Edition
Tether Tennis
John Kinsella
‘Tryptamine skies and the forehand backhand falter / in earth’s revolutions’
Fiction|The Online Edition
Candidate
Jessie Greengrass
‘All through winter and another summer we wait, but time passes more quickly now that we have a purpose. I feel it flowing.’
Poetry|The Online Edition
I Wrote a Poem About a Fucking River
Samantha Walton
‘though I’ve sat where torrents recall no slush / I’m drawn by your ceramic explosions’
Fiction|The Online Edition
Sharing the same bed, dreaming different dreams
Ma Jian
Ma Jian shows the excess and corruption of the Chinese Communist party in this excerpt from his new novel, China Dream, translated from the Chinese by Flora Drew.
Art & Photography|The Online Edition
The Male Hearth
Ayşegül Savaş & Bekir Ormancı
‘In these miniature worlds lined with goods, filled with the tools and residues of labor, we experience the enclosure of hearths; of a unique domesticity within exclusively male spheres.’
Poetry|The Online Edition
Reflections on shame in sacred spaces
Kate Duckney
‘At sunset the light is both nasty and nice / in my robe.’
Fiction|The Online Edition
Hoarfrost
John Patrick McHugh
Can infidelity make up for infidelity? New fiction from John Patrick McHugh.
Fiction|The Online Edition
I’ll Go On
Hwang Jungeun
‘Swish-swish, swish-swish. The sound fills the large space around them, and Nana finds this deeply satisfying.’
In Conversation|The Online Edition
Amy Sackville | The Proust Questionnaire
Amy Sackville
‘What is your guiltiest pleasure? Is it really a pleasure if you feel bad about it?’
Art & Photography|The Online Edition
Consolation Puppies
Amy Butcher & Martha Park
A graphic essay on dogs, adoption and Donald Trump.
Fiction|The Online Edition
The Seafood Buffet
Pirjo Hassinen
‘Things that felt like cold stones began to be piled around her ankles. Lemon halves.’
Art & Photography|The Online Edition
Full Moon on a Dark Night
Soumya Sankar Bose
A new photo-essay by Soumya Sankar Bose that recreates the dreams of his LGBT friends in India.
Fiction|The Online Edition
The Fucking Lake
Diane Williams
New short fiction from Diane Williams. ‘The major events of my life are done with, except, of course, for my final downfall.’
Essays & Memoir|The Online Edition
Common Cyborg
Jillian Weise
‘I’m nervous at night when I take off my leg. I wait until the last moment before sleep to un-tech because I am a woman who lives alone’
Essays & Memoir|The Online Edition
Breasts: A History
Krys Malcolm Belc
‘My breasts are shrinking. As my fat redistributes it settles in my belly and leaves my chest.’
Fiction|The Online Edition
The Closet
Kim Sagwa
‘It’s the hour of afterglow, the day’s demise, the sky bleeding to death.’
Poetry|The Online Edition
Three poems
Mary Ruefle
‘One of the loveliest possibilities / is that the truth is made of glass’
Fiction|The Online Edition
Cowboys and Angels
Chelsea Bieker
‘I had me a cowboy once on a hot steam Friday night.’ New fiction from Chelsea Bieker.
Fiction|The Online Edition
The Poker
Kathryn Scanlan
‘I looked back and there was something wrong about his hand – how it cupped her bottom, how it probed.’
Poetry|The Online Edition
Cassiopeia (three back-to-front songs)
Diana Anphimiadi
‘Anyway, I did not die. / I lined the sky, inside-out.’ Translated from the Georgian by Jean Sprackland and Natalia Bukia-Peters.
Essays & Memoir|The Online Edition
Masculinity Is Leaving The Male Body
D. Mortimer
‘If we’re gonna imagine this beautiful queer paradise what form does a man take?’
Essays & Memoir|The Online Edition
Of Donuts I Have Loved
Miranda Dennis
‘Krispy Kremes melt at the touch, are tender and loving, are used by my family to perform a wholeness we do not always feel’
Essays & Memoir|The Online Edition
Notes on Craft
Paul Dalla Rosa
‘I feel like I’m haunting an empty building, inert, waiting for each room to burst into flames.’
Fiction|The Online Edition
The Restaurant of Many Orders
Kenji Miyazawa
‘Two young gentlemen dressed just like British military men, with gleaming guns on their shoulders and two dogs like great white bears at their heels, were walking in the mountains where the leaves rustled dry underfoot.’
Art & Photography|The Online Edition
Slum Wolf
Tadao Tsuge
‘It was a red-light district and a plywood market and a town of hoodlums in one. I’ll add one more thing: The whole place stunk of sewage.’
Essays & Memoir|The Online Edition
After
April Ayers Lawson
‘I again told him I wasn’t ready to have sex, and his only response was to lean in and kiss me. The hallway in which we walked seemed to be shrinking, closing in on us.’ – April Ayers Lawson on intimacy after sexual abuse.
Poetry|The Online Edition
Every Day Was Ordinary
Joshua Jennifer Espinoza
‘A life is an open thing / leaking out into / the air around it.’
Poetry|The Online Edition
Five Poems
Irene Solà
‘I wore off my tongue / like candy’ Translated from the Catalan by Oscar Holloway.
Essays & Memoir|The Online Edition
A Few Words about Fake Breasts
Nell Boeschenstein
‘You repeat this over and over. You pinch your nipples harder. Then harder and harder still. You twist them. You dare them to say Mercy. You stare into your own eyes that are watching you from the mirror.’