Richard Ford
Richard Ford was born in Jackson, Mississippi, in 1944. He is the author of three collections of short stories, Rock Springs, Women Without Men and A Multitude of Sins, and six novels, A Piece of My Heart, The Ultimate Good Luck, Wildlife, The Sportswriter, Independence Day (which won the Pulitzer Prize and PEN/Faulkner award in 1996) and The Lay of the Land. He is the editor of The Granta Book of the American Short Story and The Granta Book of the American Long Story.
Publications
Richard Ford on Granta.com
Essays & Memoir | The Online Edition
Between Them
Richard Ford
‘It was my child’s outlook to think most things were right. And yet if life’s eternal drama is of events seeking a more perfect state, their life and mine was not that.’
Essays & Memoir
|
Issue 62
Where Does Writing Come From?
Richard Ford
‘Occasionally if pushed or annoyed I'll come right out and say it: I make these little buggers up, that's what. So sue me’.
In Conversation | Issue 99
Richard Ford | Interview
Tim Adams & Richard Ford
‘It may be that writing fiction, imagining agencies, is my most trusted way into the unseen.’
Fiction
|
Issue 72
Overreachers
Richard Ford
‘Madeleine Granville was standing at the hotel window of the Queen Elizabeth II, trying to decide which tiny car far below on Mansfield Street was her yellow Saab’.
Fiction
|
Issue 40
The Womanizer
Richard Ford
‘Austin turned up the tiny street – rue Sarrazin – at the head of which he hoped he would come to a larger one, one he knew, rue de Vaugirard, possibly, which he could take all the way to Josephine Belliard's apartment by the Luxembourg Gardens.’
Fiction
|
Issue 31
Electric City
Richard Ford
‘He loved the game of golf because it was a game other people found difficult and that was easy for him.’
Fiction by Richard Ford.
Essays & Memoir
|
Issue 15
On Harley-Davidson
Richard Ford
‘Jack Nicholson, I've heard, used to own one. And I understand why.’
Fiction
|
Issue 8
Rock Springs
Richard Ford
‘But as I read on a napkin once, between the idea and the act a whole kingdom lies. And I had a hard time with my acts, which were oftentimes offender's acts.’