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Andrew O'Hagan: Caledonian Road
Why Men Weep in Their Cars. Out in three months.It was a good title: a money title, Atticus was right.He chose ThinkUp – ’personalized affirmations and motivations daily’ – and listened ten times to a recording of his own voice saying, ’I am grateful for the good in my life.’ You could place piano music […]
Claire Keegan: Antarctica
The next morning Cordelia lay in bed while drowsy bluebottles struggled against the windowpanes. She watched the sudden, fast shadows of swallows who flew past her window in fleeting pairs subtracting light from her room and marvelled how living things could suspend themselves in midair. She imagined the last of the over-ripe fruit, the latecomers, […]
Sebastian Barry: Old God's Time
Enough time goes by and it is as if old things never happened. Things once fresh, immediate, terrible, receding away into old God’s time, like the walkers walking so far along Killiney Strand that, as you watch them, there is a moment when they are only a black speck, and then they’re gone. Maybe old […]
Jo Browning Wroe: A Terrible Kindness
Once they reach the cast iron lamppost in the middle of the common, William turns to Martin. ’You’re disgusted with me for leaving Gloria, aren’t you?’ ’Not disgusted.’ Martin looks straight ahead. ’It just seems such an unnecessary mess, William. You’re surrounded by people who love you. Surrounded.’ ’It’s not easy being loved by people […]
Claire Keegan: Small Things Like These
How light and tall he almost felt walking along with this girl at his side and some fresh, new, unrecognisable joy in his heart. Was it possible that the best bit of him was shining forth, and surfacing? Some part of him, whatever it could be called – was there any name for it? – […]
Audrey Magee: The Colony
self-portrait: at sea I’d like you to sing, he said. We don’t sing, Mr Lloyd. But I need something to focus on. Counting or singing. Not in this boat. I read in a book that you people always sing while rowing. Not a very good book then, is it, Mr Lloyd? I came here because […]
Miriam Toews: Fight Night
To be alive means full body contact with the absurd. Still, we can be happy. Even poor old Sisyphus could figure that much out. And that’s saying something. You might say that God is an absurd concept but faith in God’s goodness … I find joy in that. I find it inspiring. Oba! I’m rambling. […]
Pikaluotsaus: Kolme ranskalaista romaania kolmella kielellä
Kävimme pienellä reissulla Ranskan Rivieralla ja nyt onkin aika pikaluotsata läpi matkalukemistoni. Kotoa mukaan lähti ranskalainen klassikko, Françoise Saganin Tervetuloa, ikävä vuodelta 1954. Menomatkalla lentokentältä ostin Leïla Slimanin romaanin Adèle, joka julkaistaan suomeksi syksyllä. Tämä oli englanninkielinen käännös, koska tässä vaiheessa vielä ajattelin, etten pysty lukemaan romaania ranskaksi. Toulonin hotellissamme oli aulassa myytävänä kirjoja ja niitä […]
Marilynne Robinson: Housekeeping
We were very upset, all the same, for reasons too numerous to mention. Clearly our aunt was not a stable person. At the time we did not put this thought into words. It existed between us as a sort of undifferentiated attentiveness to all the details of her appearance and behaviour. At first this took […]
Nadeem Aslam: The Golden Legend
She turned and walked back into the house, shedding her shoes as she crossed the grass, wishing there were dewdrops against the soles of her feet, thinking of Massud who had loved that sensation. She went into the staircase and emerged onto the roof, feeling surrounded by her river and her city, her land. This […]
Edna O'Brien: The Little Red Chairs
They were night people, one step away from ghosts, and strangers to each other. Some had husbands, as she guessed by their wedding rings, and many had children, who, contrary to the rules, telephoned in the night to report some crisis. The mothers, knowing that phone calls were forbidden, lurked in corners, to listen. Many […]
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