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By John Freeman

It haunts us; it stalks us; it shapes us. It creeps into our goals and, if we permit it, can plague our ponderings of the long run. an identical ‘monsters’ that lived lower than our formative years beds can reappear, alive and toothsome, in our grownup lives. and maybe such a lot scary of all: with out cause or apology, one person’s fancy is one other person’s torment. Granta 117 takes a stab at knowing the phenomenon that's horror.

With award-winning writing, Granta has illuminated the main complicated problems with glossy existence. In 117, Stephen King writes of a retired pass judgement on who will pay repeated visits to a patch of sand in a position to predicting human mortality. Don DeLillo climbs into the pinnacle a moviegoer-turned-stalker. Joy Williams writes of a father with a grown son even stranger and not more strong than he suspects. Rajesh Parameswaran provides us with a tiger who narrates its personal get away from a zoo and its next terrorizing of an area, whereas Daniel Alarcon explores the phenomenon of staged, high-camp blood baths. And Mark Doty ruminates on a detailed stumble upon among Walt Whitman and Bram Stoker. additionally new paintings through Paul Auster, Will Self, and Julie Otsuka.

Come alongside. carry tight. Get scared…

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