Vadászat 1947
Original Hungarian text of Zsuzsa Selyem’s ‘Hunt 1947’.
Read MoreOriginal Hungarian text of Zsuzsa Selyem’s ‘Hunt 1947’.
Read More“At that moment I understood why the man who I had left behind was not a stranger.” Story of the Week (June 17), by Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen. Translated from Portuguese by Sally Bolton.
Read MoreOriginal Portuguese text of Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen’s ‘The Familiar Stranger’.
Read MoreOriginal Danish text of Knud Sørensen’s ‘The Congratulant’.
Read More“Marius Beck had been big, in both connotations of the word.” Story of the Week (June 6), by Knud Sørensen. Translated from Danish by Michael Goldman.
Read More“Experience has taught us that the middling people are more desperate. They are more likely to believe my Mammy on the telephone and then later, at their front door in a dirty t-shirt. They are easier to destroy than the very rich.” By Jan Carson.
Read More“I couldn’t go home. I knew I’d done something wrong – I felt guilty and scared. I stroked the grey grass, pulled out a strand and ran the seed head between my finger and thumbs. The shower of seeds billowed out then blew back onto my navy coat…” By Chrissie Gittins.
Read More“Time compresses. Time expands. Time stops being time. Everything feels bloated and make-believe.
But it ends. It does end. It ends with the birds…”
By Lara Williams.
“I let her zigzag the room in the lazy circles that earned her the nickname. Her statement was not directed at me. It was part of the process, part of the figuring out.
I let myself wonder how she died. Painful or quick? Her own fault or no-one’s?”
By David Hartley.
“The world is shit. It stinks, it’s black, and it’s foul.” Story of the Week (May 23), by Jerry Wilson.
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