Swamp
Fiction Yvette Greslé Fiction Yvette Greslé

Swamp

Fiction

What’s the swamp? The swamp is a feeling. It’s a feeling of being stuck. The first time the inside of my head felt like a swamp I was eleven years old; it was 1982. Today, I’m stuck in the swamp and remembering that first time. Then I was living somewhere else. Now I live in London.

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Between the Lines
Fiction Kit Maude Fiction Kit Maude

Between the Lines

Fiction

1. A word gets written, thought better of, deleted. Replaced. Did it exist?

2. A letter is mistyped and corrected into oblivion. It was never the letter’s fault.

3. Letters can also be misplaced and misdirected. As well as misleading.

4. A word is a family of letters.

5. How many families are misspelled?

6. Many words are written knowing they’ll never make the final cut. Some.

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Extract from Instructions from Light
Fiction Emma Bolland Fiction Emma Bolland

Extract from Instructions from Light

Fiction

This extract is from pages 155–7 of Instructions from Light by Emma Bolland published by Joan in 2023. Kristen Kreider writes 'Complex, crafted, acerbic, un-nerving, Instructions from Light is writing at its most lucid'. An illustrated poem / novella / screenplay, Jake Arnott writes that it is ‘A startlingly bold act of adaptation that renders a lost film as an illuminated manuscript, where text itself is transfigured into moving images. A compelling drama of language and silence'. Instructions from Light contains the first translation into English of the French Impressionist film maker Louis Delluc's 1920 screenplay Le Silence.

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Great Novels of the Twenty-First Century
Reviews, Fiction Mercurius Editors Reviews, Fiction Mercurius Editors

Great Novels of the Twenty-First Century

Reviews - Fiction

This is less a list than a series of recommendations;  it is unranked and serves as a jumping off point into the fabulous world of twenty-first century fiction. Some of the authors are well-known, others may surprise you. Each book has been lovingly hand-picked by a Mercurius editor/contributor. No doubt the list contains glaring omissions. But perhaps that doesn’t matter.

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Weeping in the Middle of a Roundabout
Fiction Daniella Hughes Fiction Daniella Hughes

Weeping in the Middle of a Roundabout

Fiction

When they were a couple, Sam and Pam constantly disagreed with each other. Drinks vessels rim up or down? Windows open or closed. Monogamy or affairs? Sam, a lecturer in aesthetics (notable articles on Stravinsky’s ambivalence to radio) would argue cups go up and down with so-called monogamy. Pam – an abstract painter (compared to John Hoyland) thought the opposite.

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2 Mouths
Fiction Claire Frankland Fiction Claire Frankland

2 Mouths

Fiction

I can’t concentrate. I lie down in the afternoon when I sh/could be working. I lie down like my mother lay down. I thought she’d been sunbathing, until I realised she’d been resting before dying. I used to think she was lazy, lying down when there’s so much to do.

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Famine: An Artwork
Fiction Aoife Casby Fiction Aoife Casby

Famine: An Artwork

Fiction

With God, the dirty ould bodach, running around in ditches spying on us, my childhood was a very watched event. The concept of privacy didn’t hit me (and it was a good schkelp across the face) until much later, and when it did hit (in my early adulthood) I was able to identify those scratchy doubts I’d had as a kid as privacy’s absence. A bodach in every step, God was one helluvanopponent. He was the demon that I battled right from the beginning, right from when I was able to form a memorable thought. Think Jam. Lovely. Suffer. The basics.

Food.

Thwart.

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Speaking in Tongues
Society Alice Moone Society Alice Moone

Speaking in Tongues

Society

The moment an Englishman opens his mouth, another Englishman despises him… An essay on how dialect-bias pervades the UK’s social hierarchy and what growing up with the “wrong” accent can mean.

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Communion
Transitions Dan Leach Transitions Dan Leach

Communion

Transitions

Good poems traffic in realities that are strange, ambiguous, and (at times) incommunicable. Since the spiritual realm (as I understand it) is strange, ambiguous, and incommunicable, maybe poems are our best windows into that place.

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