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this is something I’ve not been able to change

Over the years I’ve experimented with many types of men, and I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m only attracted to conventionally attractive men who are tall. Taller than me. I understand I’ve been conditioned to feel this way but so far this is something I’ve not been able to change. Conventional…

—p.52 Granta 168: Significant Other Embrace (47) missing author
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John was, at the heart of it all, a deeply insecure person

I think I agree with John’s speculations on infidelity as a self-fulfilling prophecy, incidentally – only, it seemed to me that John had always been the one to accuse himself. He behaved as someone pinioned from the outset. He had the posture, from the moment I met him, of a man who viewed himself …

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John had a life, a full life

What was my fantasy of John? Meeting him, pursuing our relationship – it all seemed preordained. I loved John and, most of the time, early on, felt that he loved me too. But the beginning of our relationship also felt like a negotiation, like a setting-out of terms, which, being young and in awe, I…

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for bothering to read Balzac

It has been a long time since Granta last published literary criticism. In this issue, Christian Lorentzen confronts a specious new form of pseudo-materialist critique – colophonoscopy, in a word – that would have taken György Lukács to task for bothering to read Balzac when he should have been mod…

—p.8 Introduction (6) by Thomas Meaney
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the part of me that fiction and poetry reached

I was still going to church at the ages of eighteen and nineteen, when I got back, but that was about the time I drifted away. It didn’t happen like a thunderclap. I lived in a strict household, and when my parents thought I was going to Mass, I’d walk down to the milk bar and sit there drinking a …

—p.206 The Paris Review Issue 250 The Art of Fiction No. 266 (190) missing author