The cats began to walk on their hind legs, don fancy neckwear, and sport monocles and walking sticks – the Louis Wain cat had been born.

Louis Wain's Cats

Chris Beetles

I was a child and believed that if I stood alone, quiet enough, long enough beside my grandfather’s coffin, he would speak to me.

Look For Me and I'll Be Gone

John Edgar Wideman

Over the past half century, many musicians and listeners have belonged to tribes. What’s wrong with that?

Major Labels

Kelefa Sanneh

When a book and a reader are meant for each other, both of them know it.

The Book of Form and Emptiness

Ruth Ozeki

He’s not a copper who happens to be a man. He’s a man who happens to be a copper, and he carries that weight with him everywhere he goes.

The Dark Remains

Ian Rankin & William McIlvanney

This is a story about a band. A band that lived and flourished and then died its own natural death. At that point it should have disappeared from the pages of the history books for ever, and would have done so if an extraordinary miracle had not occurred and brought the Kamanga Kings back to life.

The Fugitives

Jamal Mahjoub

Kerri ní Dochartaigh introduces Thin Places, a story of a wild Ireland, an invisible border, an old conflict and the healing power of the natural world.

People told me I'd never understand sex until I'd done it, never understand combat until I'd been in it, never understand life itself until I was a father. But when the day arrived for each of those things, I didn't find myself with any new wisdom. Just a girl I thought I loved.

Missionaries

Phil Klay

Attraction as physical catastrophe was not exactly news to Seamus Ferris. He had been besotted before.

That Old Country Music

Kevin Barry