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Sophie Mackintosh
Sophie Mackintosh's fiction has appeared in Granta and The Stinging Fly, among others. She was the winner of the 2016 White Review Short Story Prize and the Virago X Stylist short story prize. Her debut novel, The Water Cure, is published by Hamish Hamilton in the UK and forthcoming from Doubleday in the US.

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Lena Andersson's ‘Acts of Infidelity’

Book Review

July 2018

Sophie Mackintosh

Book Review

July 2018

Acts of Infidelity is the second novel by Lena Andersson that follows unlucky-in-love heroine Ester Nilsson, and it’s another scalpel-sharp look at a doomed...

Fiction

May 2018

Self-Improvement

Sophie Mackintosh

Fiction

May 2018

I had been sent back from the city in disgrace, back to my parents’ house in the country. It...

INTERROGATION (1)     Are you a witch?   Are you   Have you had relations with the devil?   Have you   Have you had relations with the devil and what took place?   I kissed him under the tail, it was a bit like soil, a bit like road tar when it heats up, he was flickering in pleasure, the field would be just the same when I tongue that, the bird’s feathers parting   What knowledge did the devil give you?   I built a house next to the sea, the roof is red/orange, the sky is a shaking plate of light peeling you back, there is grass out the front, some metal bins, you can see a lighthouse I began to sleep with the windows open, I began to creep along the bed to my own globe face in the mirror Sitting rubbed up in myself is this fierce fire, it does not come from me, even the stones in the drive are crackling with it   What did the devil make you do under his control?   His mother had just died We ate mint ice cream by the coffin, he was missing her, my sock was loose, we kept laughing   What is magic?   Picture an egg yolk, that huge yellow throw up sun Dementedly shining, falling out of itself, birthed and reverent   What is magic?    Little cracks coming in, small flaws in the glass, and the air slapping itself, you stand on a hill, things are mainly green and breakable, you think ok I’m not alone, but mainly, ok I was never alone, on a far off hill the earth is breaking up against the gas pressure of the sun, if there was ever anything to miss this is what you miss, how it’s beginning   What crimes have you enacted?   Love makes me forget myself sometimes I am horribly angry, I am sick with it, my vomit turns black, but this love I can’t explain it, beyond that it is exactly   What other witches/sorcerers have you conjured with?   S couldn’t eat The food was poor and cheap but not that She had these violet eyes   Have you taken black mass?   I’ve wondered why things turn Rustling and fluttering cells, the nib of the chest where what you might call soul slides out and enters a hyena fucking happily amongst the fruit rinds   What did the devil

Contributor

April 2016

Sophie Mackintosh

Contributor

April 2016

Sophie Mackintosh’s fiction has appeared in Granta and The Stinging Fly, among others. She was the winner of the...

Grace

Prize Entry

Issue No. 17

Sophie Mackintosh

Prize Entry

Issue No. 17

14. It comes for me in the middle of the day when I am preparing lunch, quartering a tomato then slicing each segment in...

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fiction

Issue No. 5

Sent

Joshua Cohen

fiction

Issue No. 5

These women lived in hope, they lived for the future as if they were every one of them already...

Interview

Issue No. 1

Interview with Will Self

Jacques Testard

Interview

Issue No. 1

Standing on the doorstep of Will Self’s London home ahead of this interview, last August, I was quite terrified....

poetry

January 2016

Three Honey Protocols

Monika Rinck

TR. Nicholas Grindell

poetry

January 2016

FRIEDRICH NIETZSCHE PONDERS LOVE   Honey protocols, hear how they mock, snow white and super blue: On the footpaths,...

 

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