Granta 107 features work by Kenzaburō Ōe, Mary Gaitksill, Mahmoud Darwish, Rupert Thomson, William T. Vollmann, Javier Marias, Lionel Shriver and many more.
‘The unexceptional mystery takes place: / around eleven, love turns to matter’
‘I wish I had thought back: “Don’t worry. Stay where you are. I will find you.” Instead I thought “I’m scared too. I don’t know where you are.”’
‘Teleki would gasp and sputter and grow red in the face and the audience would love it.’ Tamas Dobozy in Granta 107
‘The society that has emerged in post-liberalization India is one consumed both by euphoria and dread.’
‘I’m alive even though I feel no pain.’
‘Now that – that is bursting with flavour.’
‘Kogito was lying on the narrow army cot in his study, his ears enveloped in giant headphones, listening intently.’
‘My mother’s brother was christened Cedric, but people always called him Joe.’
‘We live in an age that tends to depersonalize even people and is, in principle, averse to anthropomorphism.’
‘Jim had been in hospital over Christmas’
‘Fast asleep, even comatose, a living body moves.’
‘The All-American Canal was now dark black with phosphorescent streaks where the border’s eyes stained it with yellow tears.’
‘I’ve seen many images from the Lockerbie calamity since but none has stayed with me like the picture of Shannon’s pretty, smiling face.’
‘The Mandayee bazaar in Kabul’s old city is no tourist souk. Stop to gawp at some oddity of life here and you might be trampled under the mucky wheels of an overladen handcart.’
‘His mouth cracks open and then the screen freezes, with an elongated black hole where his mouth should be. The frozen moment.’
‘The whole meeting seemed completely unreal but then everything at that time seemed unreal, so I said ‘Yes, by all means make the film,’ and went back to the hospital and forgot about her.’
‘At four o’clock in the morning, when Louis de Bernières has lines of poetry repeating in his head which won’t stop gnawing away, he writes them down.‘
‘Some mornings I see him coming up through the mist. The grey shape of a long-haired man carrying a long-barreled gun amid the bare grey branches of the old apple trees.’
‘Reading it, I thought, this must be what it was like to be his lover. To wait and wait for him to eventually say something to you, while he talked about everything else.’
A person’s homeland is a fact in their life, just as their birth date is...
‘Gallant is considered one of the greatest short-story writers of all time’.
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