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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...

Caves, sleep, absence of light     1 Oh what is this light that holds us fast? Frank O’Hara [1]   I was about to move house and the move was happening very quickly My new home was just four miles east but I was leaving the part of London where I’d been born and had lived for most of my life Although the reasons for moving were happy ones, I hadn’t anticipated the level of unsettlement it would bring about One day, feeling overwhelmed by the detail of it all, I decided that what I really needed was to live alone in a cave I was walking past a cinema and went into whatever was showing just to be able to sit in the dark It was a film about a cave[2]   The Chauvet Cave was discovered in 1994 It had long ago been sealed off by rockfall, leaving its 32,000-year-old paintings perfectly preserved  The pale walls are covered in bison, horses, rhinoceroses, lions and bears They are strikingly fluid – a lion’s profile is given in a single six-foot-long stroke – but the artist has done even more to bring them alive The cave is full of outcrops and recesses, the walls ripple and dip, and the animals have been drawn accordingly  One bison has been given eight legs and a rhinoceros a series of six horns to indicate, like a series of frames, that they are moving  I was in a cave that was a cinema watching a film about a cave that was a cinema   The archaeologists and historians mapping and researching the cave had the open mind, and open imagination, that perhaps comes from operating so far beyond the human scale One said that he dreamt of lions ‘Real lions or painted lions?’  ‘Both’ He sounded surprised to be asked to make the distinction Another tried to explain how the world might have been perceived 32,000 years ago, describing an everyday condition of metamorphosis: ‘A tree can speak … a wall can talk to us, refuse or accept us’   In the cinema – a place of talking

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

April 2014

Lives of the Saints

Luke Neima

poetry

April 2014

‘I’m tending to this dead tree,’ he tells me. Last time he was rolling the hard rocks down into...

Interview

June 2012

Interview with Malcolm McNeill

Patrick Langley

Interview

June 2012

I first met Malcolm McNeill in 2007. He was in London to do some printing for an exhibition, and he showed...

fiction

Issue No. 8

Estate

China Miéville

fiction

Issue No. 8

Two nights running I woke up with my heart going crazy. The first time, as I lay there in...

 

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