by Suzannah Ball || They were gradually gathering on their walk.
‘The truth is that sometimes we just want the worst to happen.’ Reminiscent of Thomas Bernhard, Rachel Cusk and Gwendoline Riley, The Coming Bad Days is a penetrating portrait of feminine vulnerability and cruelty. It announces the arrival of a startling new voice in fiction: intelligent, brutal, sure, and devastatingly funny.
by TSJ Harling || No-one was there. Not the estate agent, nor the potential new flatmate Amanda, nor any current occupants.
by Holly Aszkenasy || The spring my marriage came apart it seemed the world had recast itself in exaggeratedly biblical relief.
by Gerry Stewart || Five hares tracing circles
by Melissa Maney || Ivy awoke to the sound of midnight footsteps outside her window.
Reviewed by Beth O'Rafferty || Perhaps the most striking thing about Doireann Ní Ghríofa’s A Ghost in the Throat, apart from how uncategorisable it is, is just how effortless it seems.
by Elizabeth Gibson || My first time properly clubbing
by Jennifer Coffeen || Sharon was stirring kirsch brandy into her whipping cream when she first heard the hiss.
by Danae Younge || It's been years since we learned origami