The Intoxicated Years
‘They cried as if they weren’t to blame for any of it. We hated innocent people.’
‘We missed our moment, reading the classics in semi-virtual travel agencies.’
‘As a kid, he played video games and roughhoused on the beach and joined a gang.’
‘After all, they were landlady and tenant; what right did he have to meddle?’
Robertus Heimric, Welcome Back
‘He was the one survivor who remembered nothing.’
The Refugee Crisis
A collection of responses to the Refugee Crisis from Granta contributors.
‘There were rules to the game. I could not lose my virginity and I had to be careful not to let a boy go further than I wanted to.’
The Instant of Passage
‘Praying for the unknown dead, for the vague remains of the existences of total strangers, was sadly abstract.’
‘There must have been a dozen ways for us to be crushed or torn apart.’
Hara had stumbled on a kind of play, as if they were sisters left alone by their parents for the first time to explore the different ways a day could be deconstructed.
This is New
‘None of this would have happened if I’d just taken a deep breath, suppressed my emotions and said to the young woman, “Leave. Now.”‘
‘He’s not himself’, Mum says in the kitchen. Well, who is he then? Is he 40 per cent of his young self? Ten? Do I still have to love him as much as ever, this 90 per cent stranger?