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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...

  Mark well, O Job, hold thy peace, and I will speak Job 33:31     To deliver man from his neighbours – isn’t that the function of progress?  And what are the joys and calamities of humankind to me?  That’s right – nothing at all  Then why is it that I can’t have any time alone, not even when I’m travelling?   They asked us: Who’s going to Petrozavodsk?  A conference  An international conference  Come on, doctors, someone has to go!  Yes, we know what these conferences are like  A couple of emigrés – that’s the ‘international’ for you  The short bout of drinking, the hotel, the lecture, the long bout of drinking – then back home again  After the lecture, you’re still answering questions, but behind your back, brawny little red-faced men are pointing at their watches – time’s up  These little men are the local professors – in the provinces these days they’re all full professors, the same way that a white man in the American South is either a judge or a colonel   Well then, who’s going to Petrozavodsk?  So I volunteered:  Lake Ladoga?  Alright, why not?   ‘Not Ladoga  Onega’   What’s the difference?  Have you been to Petrozavodsk?  Neither have I       The station is a pretty frightening place  For my own protection I assume the air of a veteran traveller  I walk to the carriage pretending I’m bored, so that it’s immediately obvious I’m no stranger to railway stations – no point trying to rob someone like me   The train from Moscow to Petrozavodsk takes fourteen and a half hours, incidentally  Your fellow travellers are almost invariably a source of unpleasantness: beer and vobla, cheap cognac – ‘Bagration’ and ‘Kutuzov’ – pouring out their hearts one moment, picking a fight the next   The train begins to move  Everything’s okay – for now I’m alone   ‘Tickets please’   ‘Excuse me,’ I ask the conductress, ‘but could we reach some sort of I mean so I can have the compartment to myself?’   She looks at me ‘That depends on what you’re going to do in it’   What is there to do in it?   ‘Read a book’   ‘In that case,

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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feature

February 2014

Only Responsible to Their Art: Heilan and the Chinese Avant-Garde

Chen Wei

TR. Tu Qiang

feature

February 2014

Heilan was established for a simple reason: over the past twenty years, there has not emerged a single medium...

poetry

February 2017

In Case of Death

David Nash

poetry

February 2017

1. Cessation of Breath: Is He Breathing?   He’s not breathing, and he cannot go on like this. He...

feature

May 2016

Cinema on the Page

Jonathan Gibbs

feature

May 2016

Film is a bully. It wants to make its viewers feel, and it has the tools to do so....

 

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