Search Results for “Irene Solà ”
17 Articles
In Conversation | The Online Edition
In Conversation
Eva Baltasar & Irene Solà
‘The tide carries my books from my head to a place that is no longer mine.’
The authors discuss friendship, the sea and finishing their novels.
Fiction | The Online Edition
There Was a Farmer Had a Dog
Irene Solà
‘A twenty-five-kilo dog is too small to survive in the countryside.’
An extract from Irene Solà’s forthcoming novel, translated by Mara Faye Lethem.
In Conversation | The Online Edition
In Conversation
Julia Sanches & Mara Faye Lethem
‘There are times when I think I came to literary translation just so I could keep my many homes close to hand.’
Julia Sanches and Mara Faye Lethem on translating Catalan into English.
Essays & Memoir | Issue 155
Introduction
Valerie Miles
‘We wanted work of the imagination. Fiction. Consciousness captured on the page.’
Guest editor and co-founder of Granta en Español introduces the issue.
Fiction | Issue 155
Le club
Louis Hamelin
Il fallait compter cinq heures de route pour arriver au club.
Essays & Memoir | Issue 140
Coming Home to the Counter-Revolution
Jack Shenker
‘My Cairo is an inverted city, one that wears its innards above the skin.’
Essays & Memoir | Issue 140
Terra Nova
Robert Moor
Robert Moor remembers hitch-hiking across Newfoundland: ‘The way to pronounce Newfoundland, Bill and Sue instructed me, is to remember that it rhymes with understand.’
Fiction
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Issue 133
George and Elizabeth
Ben Marcus
‘She could see, or was starting to, that someone out there was seeing him, watching him.’
In Conversation
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Issue 133
A Conversation with Orhan Pamuk
Maureen Freely
‘How do you hold your own in such a climate?’
Essays & Memoir
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Issue 82
The Smoking Diaries
Simon Gray
‘The inside of my head feels soft and thoughtless, with a muzzy ache going round its rim.’
Essays & Memoir
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Issue 82
Anthony Bailey | A London View
Anthony Bailey
I come from a generation which still, fifty-odd years on, looks up and once in a while thinks, 'Good, one of ours.'
Essays & Memoir
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Issue 82
The Last Post
Simon Winchester
‘It is the roar, however, that is most magnificent and daunting’
Fiction | Issue 33
Time’s Arrow
Martin Amis
‘I came rushing upward out of the blackest sleep to find myself surrounded by doctors.’