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Essays & Memoir|Granta 94
Essays & Memoir|Granta 94
On the Road Again: Introduction
Ian Jack
‘Switzerland absolutely fulfils our idea of the picturesque’
Essays & Memoir|Granta 94
Essays & Memoir|Granta 94
We Went to Saigon
Tia Wallman
‘I thought that this must be the sort of plane that crashes. What were a few more dead, travelling to the city of the dead?’
Fiction|Granta 94
Fiction|Granta 94
Bye-Bye Natalia
Michel Faber
‘Natalia picks at the frayed black lace of her dress while the photograph of her American penpal loads into the computer.’
Essays & Memoir|Granta 94
Essays & Memoir|Granta 94
Closing Time
Jeremy Treglown
‘The effect is brutal and frightening, and rightly so.’
Essays & Memoir|Granta 94
Essays & Memoir|Granta 94
How to Fly
John Burnside
‘I flew for the first time when I was nine years old.’
Essays & Memoir|Granta 94
Essays & Memoir|Granta 94
Cary Grant’s Suit
Todd McEwen
‘North by Northwest isn't a film about what happens to Cary Grant, it's about what happens to his suit.’
Essays & Memoir|Granta 94
Essays & Memoir|Granta 94
Trenitalia
Tim Parks
‘It was explained to me that in Italy a formality is a sort of dormant volcano.’
Essays & Memoir|Granta 94
Essays & Memoir|Granta 94
Lavande
Ann Beattie
‘It seemed impossible, but probably everyone marries thinking such a thing impossible.’
Essays & Memoir|Granta 94
Essays & Memoir|Granta 94
We Have No Minorities
George Bowater
‘The state can burn houses but it can't stop the rain, can't round up all the sheep. It isn't an easy place to control.’
Essays & Memoir|Granta 94
Essays & Memoir|Granta 94
The End of Travel
James Hamilton-Paterson
‘The more we flock to view the disappearing glaciers, the faster they will vanish.’
Fiction|Granta 94
Fiction|Granta 94
Matrilineal
Tessa Hadley
‘One night forty years ago Helen Cerruti left her husband.’
Fiction|Granta 94
Fiction|Granta 94
Homage to Mount Desert Island
Mark Haworth-Booth
‘A cow was on the wrong side of the fence on Crooked Road on May 26.’
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John Burnside | Interview
John Burnside & Rachael Allen
‘Marx said the forest only echoes back what you shout into it – and this is very often true, perhaps more often than not, but I think the poet’s task is to suggest that it needn’t be.’