‘I feel stupid in the wrinkled Mickey Mouse T-shirt.’
My head was hanging over the hair-washing basin, like a weighty pistil. With her soft, sensually slow circular movements Zlatka made her way through the wet mass all the way to the roots. Pleasure spread down my neck; I closed my eyes. Naturally, the tips of her fingers were seductively certain of t…
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‘Then the wolves began to howl. After that, it was winter.’
A story by Angela Carter from Granta 3: The End of the English Novel.
‘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.
‘All of it is wolf country; nowhere is a wolf to be seen’
An essay by Adam Nicolson from Granta 128: American Wild.
‘he is Bête du Gévaudan / killer-wolf and loup-garou’
Two poems by Pascale Petit.
‘What was she ushering in and what was a grand program for which she was simply helpless agent?’
An excerpt from Search History by Eugene Lim.
‘I gripped her and struck the wheel on her neck, but I couldn’t get it to spark.’
A story by Kathryn Scanlan.
‘It seems to be more than he can cope with.’
An excerpt from Ulitskaya’s newly translated novel Just the Plague.
Three short stories by Diane Williams.
‘this is my theory of her awake all night worrying about little wild animals active in the dark’
The second instalment of Anne Carson’s fictional TV show.
