Fiction | Tolstoy’s Mice by Guy Ware
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Fiction | The Crying Suite by David Hering
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Interview | Emma Larkin on her new novel, Comrade Aeon’s Field Guide to Bangkok
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Fiction | My Name is Yip by Paddy Crewe [Extract]
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Fiction | Nailbed by Elena Zolotariov
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Archive | Rose and Alfred by Jean Cocteau
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Poetry | just dessert by Jack Houston
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Fiction | Divination by Jen Calleja
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Poetry | Ice House Love by Natalie Shaw
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Interview | Daisy Johnson at The London Book Fair
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Poetry | Shop Local by Serena Alagappan
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Poetry | A Winter Morning by Dmitry Blizniuk
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Interview | Quentin Leclerc
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Archive | Data for a Spanish Publisher by Dorothy Richardson
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Fiction | Pier by Fernando Sdrigotti
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Poetry | Cold Call by Joe Dunthorne
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Poetry | I dreamed I stopped traffic by Rishi Dastidar
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News | Colm Tóibín wins 2022 Rathbones Folio Prize for ‘ambitious’ novel The Magician
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Fiction | I, Nerd by Max Sydney Smith
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Review | Too Much Too Young: Jolyon Fenwick at Shapero Rare Books
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Poetry | Leonie Rushforth | Two poems from Deltas
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