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gide had only just died that year

MG: Well, it’s a language you’re able to learn. I mean, I didn’t learn Finnish, I didn’t even try, because it’s not an Indo-European language, not anything I could cope with. I did speak English there, but I didn’t live there. I rented a car, was just travelling along. But I didn’t feel frustrated.…

—p.116 Granta 106: New Fiction Special 'Useless Chaos is What Fiction is About' (103) by Mavis Gallant
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about the recurrent shock of being alive why/read

When my parents asked what I wanted for Christmas that year, I told them to get me The Collected Stories of Mavis Gallant, published in 1996. They honoured my request, and for the remainder of the winter I read little else but that volume, a total of 887 pages. The stories were mostly about North A…

—p.103 'Useless Chaos is What Fiction is About' (103) by Jhumpa Lahiri
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but she’d never mended her ways meh/style

All eyes turned to plump Tracy as she walked away with their boss, her head bowed a little. The second she disappeared past the door, half a dozen people stood up in their cubicles, some grinning while others shook their heads. Tracy had started working here long before Tian. He liked her, a good-n…

—p.47 In the Crossfire (41) missing author
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have you ever thought you might leave your wife? project/sutter-gutter

n that New Year’s night above the bright lights of the city I asked him, ‘Have you ever thought you might leave your wife?’ I didn’t mean for me. My bottle was beaded with moisture, and cold. We could no longer see the small white streak of the yacht below.

Craig said, ‘My wife – my wife doesn’t…

—p.35 Two Tides (17) missing author
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this is only a phase for you

At our Christmas party the store manager cocked his head at me and said, ‘You and Craig are friends, I guess.’

I said, ‘It’s someone to share a drink with.’

He said, ‘You’re too young to be a cynic, Francie,’ and handed me a beer. He must have kept watching from across the bar though, while I…

—p.29 Two Tides (17) missing author