Posts by Granta
I used to be a lawyer, spending long hours in conference rooms
I used to be a lawyer, spending long hours in conference rooms negotiating business transactions – a life that felt diametrically opposed to one dev...
I used to be a lawyer, spending long hours in conference rooms negotiating business transactions – a life that felt diametrically opposed to one dev...
‘Like all those who emigrate, my parents started a family as if
‘Like all those who emigrate, my parents started a family as if it were a country. Like all emigrants, they told stories. But these were not just st...
‘Like all those who emigrate, my parents started a family as if it were a country. Like all emigrants, they told stories. But these were not just st...
That word, ‘coloured’, seemed impossible but my grandmother
That word, ‘coloured’, seemed impossible but my grandmother said it without flinching, like it belonged to her. When she spoke of historical black...
That word, ‘coloured’, seemed impossible but my grandmother said it without flinching, like it belonged to her. When she spoke of historical black...
As a child, peaking in frequency when I was nine or ten, I’d
As a child, peaking in frequency when I was nine or ten, I’d sometimes unsolicitedly praise Japan to my mother, feeling satisfaction whenever, at my...
As a child, peaking in frequency when I was nine or ten, I’d sometimes unsolicitedly praise Japan to my mother, feeling satisfaction whenever, at my...
‘I’ve just remembered,’ she coughed and hit her chest to
‘I’ve just remembered,’ she coughed and hit her chest to ease it. ‘When we were young,’ she swallowed hard, ‘remember how people used to s...
‘I’ve just remembered,’ she coughed and hit her chest to ease it. ‘When we were young,’ she swallowed hard, ‘remember how people used to s...
Feeling something strange beneath my hands, which were resting in
Feeling something strange beneath my hands, which were resting in my lap, I opened my eyes and looked down. My thighs were black. Through the steam on...
Feeling something strange beneath my hands, which were resting in my lap, I opened my eyes and looked down. My thighs were black. Through the steam on...
I always think the borderline between reality and non-reality, or
I always think the borderline between reality and non-reality, or fantasy, is much thinner in Japanese fiction than in American or British fiction . ....
I always think the borderline between reality and non-reality, or fantasy, is much thinner in Japanese fiction than in American or British fiction . ....