My grandmother was not my grandmother. I started referring to her as my grandmother only in the United States because I was too lazy to explain how she had come to mean what she meant to me. Other than a couple of years before her death, she spent her whole life in Bosnia, mostly in Sarajevo. Her na…
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A story by Angela Carter from Granta 3: The End of the English Novel.
The Wolf at the Door
‘If our fear was a landscape, it would be a prairie, a great plain.’
An essay by Cal Flyn from Granta 153: Second Nature.
‘It had not been dead for long. In fact, she had not checked that it was dead at all.’
A story set in rural Wales, by Elizabeth O’Connor.
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‘All of it is wolf country; nowhere is a wolf to be seen’
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‘he is Bête du Gévaudan / killer-wolf and loup-garou’
Two poems by Pascale Petit.