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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...

I found Margate watching the sea And I walked the streets thinking they had left it sometime in the 70s, like an old street sign hanging pleadingly over shut cafes It was an old stand-up comedian who had been successful; lived a rock and roll lifestyle; pissed away his money on hookers and gambling; become an alcoholic; and performed the same routine from ’79 in the backs of pubs to old men who all wished they could disappear   It was a wonderful place My bag was small, not enough clothes for the time there, and a playlist of Stevie Nicks in my ears that soundtracked the walk up the seafront Out of place Fleetwood Mac posters, too small for the cases they were in, too old to be hanging along the railings The B&Bs shouldered each other, grey cream grey again A pretty town – full of fish and chip shops that didn’t open, and Mayfair packets chased down the road by wind Spring hadn’t come, which was fair enough, given that the fat woman with the red dyed hair was stood outside Dreamland in a red vest top, shrugging off the grey sky   The pub served whiskey and cokes that I took my time with, watched one eye on the football score on the screen across from my head It felt like a holiday No real worry for my things, which I left across my seat when I stood out front of the pub smoking, listening to people who knew each other, talk When the pub shut, drunker than I wanted to be, I walked towards the seafront to the line of B&Bs that stood mostly empty I rang the doorbell, and the Lebanese man turned the key on the other side of the glass door, opening it Just him and his wife, and a small child that smelt of shit who turned circles in what should have been their living room A brown desk and an old computer in the corner as their reception area

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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Interview

October 2012

Interview with Sjón

Mary Hannity

Interview

October 2012

In Iceland, they eat puffin. The best-tasting puffin is soaked overnight in milk. ‘Then give the milk to the...

feature

September 2016

The Rights Of Nerves

Masha Tupitsyn

feature

September 2016

‘I transform “Work” in its analytic meaning (the Work of Mourning, the Dream-Work) into the real “Work” — of...

Prize Entry

April 2016

Oh Whistle and

Uschi Gatward

Prize Entry

April 2016

God has very particular political opinions – John le Carré     M is whizzing round the Cheltenham Waitrose,...

 

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