In 1956, my father was thirty-nine years old. He didn’t even know how to boil an egg. But within two years he was creating the kookiest dinners in Washington and had the World Bank eating out of his hand. When he got back, everybody wanted to know how he had done it.
‘Where his mother had surely hoped for a sweet little mouth, Dengue Boy had misshapen flesh bristling with maxillary palps.’
Fiction by Michel Nieva, translated from the Spanish by Natasha Wimmer.
‘It was the third day that summer when temperatures had soared above fifty degrees Celsius.’
Fiction by Andrea Chapela, translated from the Spanish by Kelsi Vanada.
The Perfect Companion
‘She was so understanding, so interesting, such an intellectual. She was also a wristwatch, but this hardly mattered.’
Fiction by Joanna Kavenna, a Granta Best Young British Novelist in 2013.
No Machine Could Do It
‘In the future we have to be as interesting to the AI as our pets are to us.’
Fiction by Eugene Lim, first published in Granta 145: Ghosts.
‘Disabled people who use tech to live are cyborgs. Our lives are not metaphors.’
An essay by Jillian Weise, soon to be a book published by Houghton Mifflin Harcourt.