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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...

When I took my boyfriend, Freddy Krueger, home to meet my parents, they were disappointed, grey, fatigued, but not at all surprised They stood apart in the doorway and leaned, peering out of the frame like famine victims, their faces lit by the yellowing horizon    ‘At least,’ sighed my father as he closed the door behind us, ‘we don’t need to muzzle this one’ They frowned at us from their side of the table and picked at their food On the wall above our heads a wooden clock gave out stiff, arthritic ticks    ‘I don’t understand,’ my mother complained ‘I thought we were going to meet your new boyfriend’ She gestured with her fork ‘This is Freddy Krueger’    ‘That’s right,’ I said ‘It is Freddy Krueger is my boyfriend’ She looked at my father ‘Mr Krueger,’ he began cautiously, ‘aren’t you a little old to be dating our son?’   ‘Significantly older,’ my mother put in, ‘the age gap is remarkable Look at him! He’s positively wizened’ She stabbed a sausage with her fork ‘You’ll have nothing to talk about, nothing to bicker over, it’ll drive you straight to the heart of things Haven’t I warned you, son,’ she said to me gravely, ‘to keep away from the heart of things?’    ‘A wasteland,’ my father muttered to his mashed potatoes, ‘a frozen, empty place’   ‘So what if he’s a little older,’ I moaned ‘No one’s going to get sick and die over it Are they?’ I looked pointedly at my mother I saw her in rags, skeletal and delirious, clutching at her throat and gasping for breath, smoke filling her eyes, that I-told-you-so smirk She would go into the earth as she had lived upon it: outraged, confused, faintly scandalised    There was a pause ‘No’ she decided ‘No I suppose not’ She rested her eyes on Freddy for a few seconds Her mouth fell open ‘Have I – seen you before?’ Freddy hiccoughed in response I rubbed his back ‘Poor baby’    ‘I have,’ she insisted excitedly ‘I know I have In an ad for something Something silly and macabre’ She was snapping her

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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poetry

February 2013

Social Contract

Les Kay

poetry

February 2013

Formally, I and the undersigned— What? Use, like Mama said, your imagination if you still have one where scripts...

Art

February 2012

Awst & Walther: A Lexicon of Questions

Francesca Gavin

Art

February 2012

Awst & Walther are a husband and wife team who create multi-disciplinary art works which range from building a...

feature

May 2014

How Imagination Remembers

Maria Fusco

feature

May 2014

How imagination remembers is twofold, an enfolded act of greed and ingenuity. I believe these impulses to be linked...

 

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