I pulled the latest issue of Granta out of my mailbox yesterday, and it’s cover is quite the eyebrow-raiser. It wasn’t until I turned it a few different angles and pulled it up close that I saw the gold title “SEX” embossed at the bottom of the issue; clarifying what I thought I was seeing.
Subtle, or downright racy? I haven’t had a chance to dig into issue 110 just yet, but some of the contribution titles definitely catch the eye. With titles like The Unwriteable, The Agony of Intimacy, and Empty Porn Sets leads me to believe that I won’t be reading this edition in the dentist office, but rather in my closet with a headlamp.
Herta Muller doesn’t strike me as the devilish type, but then again, who knows what mysteries the Nobel Prize winner might hold in her contributing piece Zeppelin? Dave Eggers also throws in a few drawings with the sequence title Four Animals Contemplating Sex. And, Robert Bolano (author of 2666 which, fyi, I did not like) offers up The Redhead just to round things out. Strange, no?
Keep in mind this isn’t a review; I’ve barely cracked the spine. After all, I don’t think I’ve ever been able to fully review any lit magazine because they are just too involved. In this case, regardless of it’s potentially bizarre content, I suppose it thrills me to know that people still seek out endless avenues of expression and continue to find ways to peak our literary curiosities.
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-Post by Megan Shaffer