THE MINISTRY OF UTMOST HAPPINESS (Longlisted for the Man Booker Prize 2017)

Of rain and rushing water, dense with coils of razor wire masquerading as weeds. The fish were machine guns with fins and barrels that ruddered through the swift current like mermaids’ tails, so you could not tell who they were really pointed at, and who would die when they were fired. Perhaps the quotation above Read More