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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...

who bravely blasts their breath through the horn flares of gloomy streets, into dripping construction trailers, dropped by the dead, the dull anxiety of homeowners, clutching sausage and cookies under their arms   phalanges rattle over a piano smashed in the Winter Palace I am only dreaming this, only dreaming   hare krishnas shaved like newly-weds push through the cotton frost   * an oblate antifascist in the metro crush secretly broadcasts through his horn with blood   a coded sound – a French horn, in comes an orchestra of autists in magic carriages to the cackling of iron actors and the chatter of the auction   a sale on scorched backwater ontology in the slime of pudenda I am only dreaming this, only dreaming   * cloudy beer without foam, where god lives in the uncanny consciousness of poets hovering over a supper of bread alone and world news, grunting in wonder:   look it’s snowing, tucking away the ashes in ovens and vases with care   sitting turkish-style (or indian-style, as you lot say) online you broadcast something from the loudspeaker of opposition, like a lackey, with restless glances into worn lacunas,   * into the cartography of the place – right here, syria moves fast along the fingernail’s edge, turkey’s stuffing bombardments down its throat, and in its breast france’s flywheel spins, here a steel voice gnaws through the frame of leviathan, that drunk crocodile…   winter diary: I came to you to find freedom, to take you by the hand, to take in your last warmth you won’t say no to one last meeting, will you?   * Lenin flows by fast   in the statuary stillness of private meetings, private unions, Lenin’s speech hangs over this place like a butcher’s apron sanitized with bleach   pigs squealing, cutting through Nevsky Prospect dull eyes,    and a knot of new year’s snakes on a head without a face a black Škoda and half a body fallen half way out – at the breast on the Field of Mars   the butcher’s ballet and the icy swings of tear-stained acid trips, covering the eternal flame

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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Art

Issue No. 14

Lenin was a Mushroom

Thomas Dylan Eaton

Art

Issue No. 14

Cast as the ‘savage, ugly’ part in the Popular Mechanics live show, Necrorealists were radical artists in their own...

Art

Issue No. 12

After After

Johanna Drucker

Art

Issue No. 12

So many things are ‘over’ now that all the post- and neo- prefixes are themselves suffering from fatigue. Even...

fiction

Issue No. 2

The Surrealist Section of the Harry Ransom Center

Diego Trelles Paz

TR. Janet Hendrickson

fiction

Issue No. 2

To Enrique Fierro and Ida Vitale—   Just like you, muchachos, I didn’t believe in ghosts, and if I’d...

 

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