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Essays & Memoir|Granta 95
Essays & Memoir|Granta 95
Loved Ones: Introduction
Ian Jack
One of the world's unfair divisions is that between the writer and the written-about, and this is nowhere more true than in the literary form called the memoir.
Fiction|Granta 95
Fiction|Granta 95
Every Move You Make
David Malouf
‘This is what sorrow is that knows no explanation or answer.’
Essays & Memoir|Granta 95
Essays & Memoir|Granta 95
Help, Help, Help
Jonathan Taylor
‘Day in, day out, my father had to watch us smiling and laughing, while he couldn't join.’
Fiction|Granta 95
Fiction|Granta 95
Mrs Covet
Rebecca Miller
‘But you can't kill a ladybug. It's terrible luck to kill a ladybug.’
Fiction|Granta 95
Fiction|Granta 95
Five Houses
Melanie McFadyean
‘I live here, we say, this is my house, my home. We settle, dwell, adorn. A house feels permanent. But this illusion of security can end in a minute.’
Essays & Memoir|Granta 95
Essays & Memoir|Granta 95
Early Retirement
John Lanchester
‘My father used to tell the story of a tutor at his university, a Viennese professor of something or other.’
Fiction|Granta 95
Fiction|Granta 95
Year of the Monkey
Fan Wu
‘I stood in front of the roller coaster, whose winding tracks looked like intestines in a demon's stomach.’
Fiction|Granta 95
Fiction|Granta 95
Jumping Monkey Hill
Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
‘His accent was what the British called posh, the kind some rich Nigerians tried to mimic and ended up sounding unintentionally funny.’
Essays & Memoir|Granta 95
Essays & Memoir|Granta 95
Mao Comes to Sydney
Georgia Blain
‘After all, it was only politics, and I was too young to understand.’
Essays & Memoir|Granta 95
Essays & Memoir|Granta 95
Twins
Jeremy Seabrook
‘Separation has been, perhaps, the single biggest determining influence in my life.’
Fiction|Granta 95
Fiction|Granta 95
Fiction|Granta 95
Resolution
Jim Shepard
‘Everything suggests an ongoing and immemorial enervation. A kind of trance in the air.’
Essays & Memoir|Granta 95
Essays & Memoir|Granta 95
Where is Thy Sting-a-Ling-a-Ling?
James Lasdun
‘The fire department didn't have a tall enough ladder to reach his body.’