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← Back to all issuesGranta 34: Death of a Harvard Man
Autumn 1990
Simon Schama sets out to discover which story, if any story, is the story of the many stories of the disappearance of Doctor George Parkman, the perfect Yankee. Plus: William Boyd, Geoffrey Wolff, Louise Erdrich, Don DeLillo, Amitav Ghosh, and Martin Amis’s Time’s Arrow (part two).
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Fiction|Granta 34
Fiction|Granta 34
At Yankee Stadium
Don DeLillo
‘From a series of linked couples they become one continuous wave, larger all the time.’
Essays & Memoir|Granta 34
Essays & Memoir|Granta 34
Death of a Harvard Man
Simon Schama
‘The lettuce sat in its brown bag, wilting in the unseasonable warmth.’
Fiction|Granta 34
Fiction|Granta 34
Cork
William Boyd
‘We never love anyone. Not really. We only love our idea of another person.’
Art & Photography|Granta 34
Art & Photography|Granta 34
Christmas in Bavaria
Jan Bogaerts
‘Bergtesgaden was, for some time, the home town of both Adolf Hitler and Dieter Eckhardt, the father of national socialism.’
Fiction|Granta 34
Fiction|Granta 34
The Great Santa
Geoffrey Wolff
‘The Great Santa, like circumstance itself, blew hot and cold; He was all caprice, chance, crapshoot.’
Fiction|Granta 34
Fiction|Granta 34
I’m a Mad Dog Biting Myself for Sympathy
Louise Erdrich
‘I had never seen a child this little before, so small that it was not a child yet.’
Essays & Memoir|Granta 34
Essays & Memoir|Granta 34
Boys in Zinc
Svetlana Alexievich
‘I was trying to present a history of feelings, not the history of the war itself.’
Fiction|Granta 34
Fiction|Granta 34
War Memories
Peregrine Hodson
‘I said I thought it was difficult to judge the actions of war in peace because war and peace are different worlds.’
Essays & Memoir|Granta 34
Essays & Memoir|Granta 34
An Egyptian in Baghdad
Amitav Ghosh
‘It was exactly three weeks since Saddam Hussein had invaded Kuwait, and miraculously, Abu-Ali, the old shopkeeper, was on his feet.’
Art & Photography|Granta 34
Art & Photography|Granta 34
The Suburbs of Cairo
Fouad Elkoury
Fouad Elkoury’s photographs of life in Cairo’s suburbs.
Fiction|Granta 34
Fiction|Granta 34
Time’s Arrow (Part Two)
Martin Amis
‘Nine nights later we woke up in the small hours and lay there coldly. “Shtib,” he grunted.’
Essays & Memoir|Granta 34
Essays & Memoir|Granta 34
In Soweto
Jeremy Harding
‘Now, in the first light of the liberation, Soweto was opaque and murderous.’