Podcast: A.M Homes
In the latest Granta podcast, Yuka Igarashi talks to A.M. Homes, the recipient of this year’s Women’s Prize for Fiction for May We Be Forgiven.
‘In Hollin Hills, we believed our flatware could change the world.’ Jennifer Kabat on the intersection of modernist architecture and espionage.
Diary of a Gulag Prison Guard
‘Freedom, even with hunger and cold, is still precious and irreplaceable.’
To Live and Die in South Korea
‘Blow the candle out, taste the darkness and come back changed.’
‘In Amway, there’s no such thing as contentment.’
‘Even today, she still speaks with emotion about Dorian, the transsexual so proud of her breasts, Diane, who weighed only sixty-five pounds, and Steven, who was so frightened of dying alone that Darcy wished she could promise to be with him when the time came.’ Emmanuel Carrèrre on addiction and poverty in an forgotten America.
Open After My Death
‘I had become the kind of parent I never wanted to be.’
Discoveries: Who’s Afraid of Virginia Werewoolf?
Sylvia Plath’s sass, Bob Dylan spars with Leonard Cohen, Guillermo del Toro talks vampires, Shirley Jackson scares the baby boomers
Mark Gevisser and Pwaangulongii Dauod In Conversation
Mark Gevisser and Pwaangulongii Dauod discuss Africa’s LGBTI communities, an experience of violent sexual repression, and Afro-Modernity.
Labyrinth of the Heart
‘Every marriage is forged differently; some crack at a touch, others endure beyond belief, still others are tempered by events and time.’
‘They knelt at my feet. They crawled naked across gleaming wooden floors.’
Do Not Say We Have Nothing
‘In a single year, my father left us twice.’
Raqqa Road: A Syrian Escape
‘The morning Helin walked out to die, she dressed carelessly in a loose T-shirt and jeans.’
Mother and Father
‘Like most wars, this was a war of the young.’ Thomas Kilroy on his parents’ experience of the Anglo-Irish War and the Irish civil war.
Nuala O’Connor and Siobhán Mannion in Conversation
‘I’m always interested to hear about people’s writing spaces; I presume the canary is a quiet bird.’
The Beacon & The Bane
‘In spite of my pining and missing, neither man seemed fully formed and I felt a little lonely in the presence of both.’
‘Now we’ve fizzled into a ridiculous unsaid, a flaccid tale of love, or lack thereof, in the time of Ebola.’
Cry of Machines
‘Time cannot erase my memories of fear and shame.’
‘This was the collective trauma of a community discovering, very abruptly, they’d have to uproot their lives.’ Tim Beckett on the ruins of Uranium City.
The Conveyor Belt
‘Tall men that looked like insects crept out of cracks in the stones.’
‘This is why he will survive this war to return to his wife and daughter, barring a blind bullet, an errant piece of shrapnel, some careless act of destiny.’
Kobane: The Aftermath
‘If black is the colour of the Islamic State, then grey is the colour of destruction.’
‘I do not do this work for the government, or the Taliban, or even the men who I collect from the battlefield and return to their loved ones. All these years I have done this for God.’
Bucharest, Broken City
‘It is only consciousness and memory that hold together the things we sometimes see as solid.’
‘Climate change, I realise, is already here. Not the drama of it, not yet, but in the mundane.’
‘I have gone to the forest to lie among the moss and sleep under a canopy of trees. I have gone to the forest to root among the soil and listen to the birds.’