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Now, Now, Louison

Jean Frémon

Jean Frémon on the artist Louise Bourgeois and her fascination with spiders. Translated from the French by Cole Swensen.

The Closet

Kim Sagwa

‘It’s the hour of afterglow, the day’s demise, the sky bleeding to death.’

Cowboys and Angels

Chelsea Bieker

‘I had me a cowboy once on a hot steam Friday night.’ New fiction from Chelsea Bieker.

The Poker

Kathryn Scanlan

‘I looked back and there was something wrong about his hand – how it cupped her bottom, how it probed.’

Parfait

Hiromi Kawakami

‘He comes all the way here after he died and the two of you are making small talk?’ New fiction by Hiromi Kawakami, translated from the Japanese by Allison Markin Powell

The Restaurant of Many Orders

Kenji Miyazawa

‘Two young gentlemen dressed just like British military men, with gleaming guns on their shoulders and two dogs like great white bears at their heels, were walking in the mountains where the leaves rustled dry underfoot.’

Slum Wolf

Tadao Tsuge

‘It was a red-light district and a plywood market and a town of hoodlums in one. I’ll add one more thing: The whole place stunk of sewage.’

Hot Rain

Terese Svoboda

A new story from Terese Svoboda about love, money and power in the hands of an aging parent.

How Much Heart

Mieko Kawakami

A triptych of flash fiction by Mieko Kawakami, translated from the Japanese by David Boyd.

Women Talking

Miriam Toews

‘When we have liberated ourselves, we will have to ask ourselves who we are.’

Normal People

Sally Rooney

‘After the first time they had sex, Marianne stayed the night in his house.’ New fiction from Sally Rooney.

Comme

Paul Dalla Rosa

‘Because I spent a large amount of time convincing people to buy clothing they would never actually wear, it was easy to convince myself the same.’

I’ve Seen the Future, Baby; It Is Murder

Tara Isabella Burton

‘It was not very comfortable, but the appeal of it was that we did not like each other.’

Wild Failure

Zoe Whittall

‘They’re driving their failing relationship into the desert.’