Buttermilk and Liverwurst
Granta Magazine
by Aea Varfis-van Warmelo
10h ago
It was so hot that the air in the room seemed to have solidified overnight. Vera must have forgotten to set the fan running before she went to bed. Or had she tried to cook again when she got in? Her head pounded and her breathing scratched like she’d got through five packs of cigarettes, which was unfair because she didn’t smoke, not even when she was soused. Everything in the apartment glowered black and orange. Vera reached for the half empty glass of water on the other side of the bed, the only evidence that Ed had slept over. She was grateful that he wouldn’t see her like this. There are ..read more
Visit website
Protected: At me and beautiful problems
Granta Magazine
by Brodie Crellin
10h ago
This content is password protected. To view it please enter your password below: Password: The post Protected: At me and beautiful problems appeared first on Granta ..read more
Visit website
Generation Gap
Granta Magazine
by Aea Varfis-van Warmelo
3d ago
I was thirteen, beginning to read stories by and histories of artists and writers, memoirs and essays. Oh the Americans in Paris at the turn of the twentieth century, how wild they seemed, bohemians they were called. After college, in a middle-class tradition, I was offered a trip to Europe and grabbed it. Once there I would transform into the writer I was destined to become since the age of eight. Whoever I was, I was riven with images from books, delectable visions, say, of Parisians, their antics, streets and cafes. Then I was in Paris. I walked from the Left Bank to the Right, and back, sa ..read more
Visit website
Generation Gap
Granta Magazine
by Aea Varfis-van Warmelo
5d ago
The fridge is new, the landlady wrote back, when he first apprised her of the situation. It was easily eight years old, but that was what she meant by new, she had lived in that house for almost forty years. This was a couple days before New Year’s. He had placed one of their temperature and humidity gauges on two shelves in the refrigerator, to monitor the warming temperature. When we found ourselves together in the same room and not dealing directly with the children, I would ask after it. I am taking care of it he would say. Shoving in the ice packs for the children’s lunch bags. I’m on hol ..read more
Visit website
Generation Gap
Granta Magazine
by Aea Varfis-van Warmelo
1w ago
For a few years, starting when he was about ten, my older son and I used to go to all the plays in each season at the RSC in Stratford-upon-Avon. We lived nearby. His little brother was too young and my husband was just as happy at home with a book. I’d been dubious about his company at first. It’s a late night, I’d said, and you probably won’t follow all the dialogue, there are very few kids in Shakespeare, even the jokes are quite Elizabethan. I didn’t want to have to leave at the interval because of a child’s boredom. Try me, he said. The company was working through the history plays, not m ..read more
Visit website
Generation Gap
Granta Magazine
by Aea Varfis-van Warmelo
1w ago
October 2022 Listening to three white poets, whom I suspect are academics, talk about the state of poetry, their writing processes, page versus spoken-word, American vs British poetics, and by extension, American vs British politics, in the Foyles on Charing Cross Road, with big smiles that are drawn on, drawn out, in what seems quite a discursive conversation, yet I get the sense none of them has actually written a poem they are proud of in a long time, the jade of their speech acts suggests this, and then is confirmed when one says, I haven’t written anything in a long time, and it’s hard im ..read more
Visit website
Two Poems
Granta Magazine
by Brodie Crellin
1w ago
An Elegist You said the arc of things was always towards their ends; all bows bend towards goodbye. Light the violet clung to vanished come December, ships dissolved in their harbor’s pulse. I had a patience no one would believe, an aptitude for silence as the heart- ambulance idled. I was a lighthouse on a coastal skein. How could I deny you what you’d hoped to suffer, seeing what it was your hand had done, letting go with one, holding on with the other.         Things Things assume a sort of peace if you accept life’s limitations. That’s more or less the lesson the belove ..read more
Visit website
Generation Gap
Granta Magazine
by Brodie Crellin
1w ago
At the entrance K requests two tickets and the cashier asks if that’s one adult and one child. K, grey-haired, is obviously the adult. I am the one who looks like I might be under thirteen, though occasionally when I’m out with my father strangers assume he’s my husband. ‘No, no,’ K says, ‘two adults.’ We’ve spent the night in a church that dates back to the twelfth century, posing on our camp beds like the stone effigies topping the tombs of the notable dead, illuminated by fairy lights and battery-powered candles. Now it’s sunny, sweaty midday, and we are visiting a reconstructed motte-and-b ..read more
Visit website
Protected: In Conversation
Granta Magazine
by Brodie Crellin
2w ago
This content is password protected. To view it please enter your password below: Password: The post Protected: In Conversation appeared first on Granta ..read more
Visit website
Protected: In Conversation
Granta Magazine
by Brodie Crellin
2w ago
This content is password protected. To view it please enter your password below: Password: The post Protected: In Conversation appeared first on Granta ..read more
Visit website

Follow Granta Magazine on FeedSpot

Continue with Google
Continue with Apple
OR