↧
Excerpt from Street of Thieves by Mathias Énard
So I was free as the air, I went to sit on the Plaça del Sol, on a bench, I read a thriller by Vázquez Montalbán for a few hours; his detective, Pepe Carvalho, was the most disillusioned, pretentious,...
View ArticleIn Praise of Poetry by Olga Sedakova
I have been making up poems since before I can remember. My mother wrote to my father—in China, I believe—telling him how I was learning to speak in rhyme, and she added: “Maybe she’ll be a poet.” When...
View ArticleExcerpt from Post-Exoticism in 10 Lessons, Lesson 11 by Antoine Volodine
Lutz Bassmann passed his final days as we all did, between life and death. A rotten odor stagnated in the cell, which did not come from its occupant, but from outside. The sewers in the city were...
View Article