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Longlisted author Q&A: What are you reading at the moment?

Longlisted author Q&A: What are you reading at the moment?

What are you currently reading?

Tash Aw: Rachel Kushner's The Flamethrowers.

Noviolet Bulawayo: Jewels and Other Stories by Dawn Promislow.

Eleanor Catton: Sydney Bridge Upside Down, by David Ballantyne: a sinister, vicious, and absolutely marvellous New Zealand novel from the 1960s.

Jim Crace: I have an overwhelming pile of unpublished novels which I’ve promised to blurb, but I’m eager to get back to The Marriage Plot by Geoffrey Eugenides and Shakespeare Beyond Doubt, edited by Stanley Wells and Paul Edmondson. (I have no time at all for the anti-Stratford faction.)

Eve Harris: Visitation Street by Ivy Pochoda.

Richard House: I have a number of slim volumes about drug testing, about policing, and a huge stack of political manifestos I’m slowly working through. For fun, the Prose Edda, and I’m also reading A Naked Singularity by Sergio de la Pava. I’m doing an event with him at the Edinburgh Festival this year and have just over a week to read it – it is, fittingly, a huge volume …

Jumpha Lahiri: I’m reading a very short novel by the Sicilian writer Leonardo Sciascia, called Una Storia Semplice (A Simple Story).

Alison MacLeod: James Salter’s A Sport and a Pastime. I so admire of the lyricism of his prose – all that luminous understatement – that I (nearly) forget to hold onto the story as I read. He’s been a revelation.

Colum McCann: I am due to write an introduction for the centenary of James Joyce’s Dubliners. So I’m in the middle of those stories now. It’s a wonderful thing to step back one hundred years and still be invigorated. It reminds me of that old saw: literature is news that stays news.

Charlotte Mendelson: A ridiculous mixture, as usual: just finished Mantel and Semple, simultaneously chain-reading Scandinavian crime and about to start (hooray) The Goldfinch.

Ruth Ozeki: I’m reading Tash Aw’s Five Star Billionaire. Wonderful!

Donal Ryan: Transition by Iain Banks. It’s the only book of his I hadn’t read, besides The Quarry, which I’m going to leave for a little while.

Colm Tóibín: Paul Lynch’s Red Sky in Morning and Cézanne’s Letters.