The Mahé Circle
Georges Simenon
“He was frowning. Perhaps, like a schoolboy, he was poking out the tip of his tongue? Lips set, a sulky expression on his face, he was snatching glimpses at Gène, trying to imitate his movements as closely as possible.”
The Dog
Joseph O’Neill
“Perhaps because of my growing sense of the inefficiency of life lived on land and in air, of my growing sense that the accumulation of experience amounts, when all is said and done and pondered, simply to extra weight, so that one ends up dragging oneself around as if imprisoned in one of those Winnie the Pooh suits of explorers of the deep, I took up diving.”
Women Writers on Twitter: In Their Own Words
On Community, Misogyny, and the Importance of Connection
Haruki Murakami: The Moment I Became a Novelist
At a Baseball Game in 1978, The Writer Who Almost Wasn't
Here Are the Young Men
Rob Doyle
“My da flung the letter down on the table and turned away in disgust. I said nothing. I sat there and waited for it to be over. My head was still in bits from all the vodka and spliff the day before.”
Five Quebecois Writers You Should Know
The Most Innovate Writing on the Continent, Just Across the Border
Station Eleven
Emily St. John Mandel
“At first the people in the Severn City Airport counted time as though they were only temporarily stranded. This was difficult to explain to young people in the following decades, but in all fairness, the entire history of being stranded in airports up to that point was also a history of eventually becoming unstranded, of boarding a plane and flying away.”
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