Therapy and memory in new fiction from Nicola Redhouse
The Coffee Table, fiction by Shaun Prescott
What was phosphorus, really?
A dark spin on an already dark tale, by Margo Lanagan
New fiction from Josephine Rowe
In memory of my dear friend Max Blatt We had dug in before Warsaw. The series of trenches was perhaps sixteen or twenty miles long, running roughly north–south in a more or less even curve. Every few hundred yards or so there were gaps at which the troops of cavalry were stationed. To our front, towards the west, stretched a plain without a single feature to interrupt the distant skyline. It was the end of summer and I remember that it rained almost every day. After the rain a mist would rise off the plain, and for an hour or […]
Fiction by Peter Carey, originally published in Autumn 1972