What is it that we do, really, when we write? And why can’t a fish be embalmed to look like it’s playing a tiny piano?
To the members of the Letter Killers Club, letters of the alphabet are the prison cells of concepts, and they need to be destroyed.
Sitting in any of the rooms that is each poem in "Approaching You In English" you’ll notice a tear in the ceiling; none of these poems are sealed shut
"Always Coca-Cola" comes off as a work of searing intensity that powerfully conjures the atmosphere of contemporary Beirut.
Part of the allure is for the amateur to wrest the microphone away from the stars and, for a moment, to take their place in the limelight.
On a certain level, "Purgatory" is a metaphorical ghost story—a meditation on loss, invisibility, and vanishing
On its most immediate level, "Passage of Tears" is coiled tight with the tensions of a thriller.
In many ways, "The Lizard’s Tale" is an exercise in concealment through regeneration, or adaptation
Rare is the thriller that surpasses the limits of genre fiction. But Zoran Drvenkar’s Sorry is one such book: a thriller on its face, but also a thoughtful study in guilt and innocence, violence and redemption.
Utler’s volume snares readers with a haunted, elliptical syntax. The words walk through these poems as in a preserve
"Down the Rabbit Hole" is told from the point of view not of a gangster, a cop or a prostitute, but that of a young child.
Happily for psychological posterity and for us, Tonia Ben-Barak and her never-ending battle against grime have been commemorated by her grandson
At the heart of "Reasons for Writing Poetry," there is a figure: ostensibly, it’s all zebra from the waist down, but from there up, the Okapi, as it’s called, looks like a giraffe
Technology, for one, has begun to batter life’s perfect syntax
Imagine an extravagant pageant during which a marksman shoots off the top of a soft-boiled egg
Monzó is a master of the open-ended conclusion; his characters are often left hovering either on the brink of breakthrough, or of a perfect replay of their previous errors
"Animalinside" is a cultural event in itself.
There’s a feral quality to this particular novel’s narration, with sentences that furiously push forward for entire paragraphs.
"Onward Towards Our Noble Deaths" fictionalizes the real-life experiences of the author while he was stationed on the Pacific island of New Britain
After twenty years of self-imposed exile, Laura has returned for a reckoning of her own.
“Am I a lecture or a novel?” the narrator asks himself
Eerily prophetic in its title, "The Accident" was the last work Sebastian published under his own name
The English-language Perec enjoys a certain sartorial charm—an ink-and-paper analog of the author’s legendary formal brio.
As one clue unravels into another, flirtations with chaos and order form the backdrop for a reflection on post-war Serbia and anti-Semitism.
Ludvík Vaculík’s novel The Guinea Pigs is charming and unsettling at the same time.
Figueras chooses to capture the drumbeat of history in the small, offbeat details of a boy’s life.
All the more startling, then, to read "The Day Nina Simone Stopped Singing," a sizzling, beautiful, and maddening memoir
For a country often drawn in newspapers as the backdrop of mosque and market bombings, troubled politics, and underdevelopment, poetry seems to waft through every aspect of Pakistani life.
But for Isaka and his protagonists there is no way home, and no escape from this world and its global order.
When asked how he responds to the weight of certain preconceptions about Polish poetry, Sosnowksi´s answer is simple: “I’m not sure that I do.”
Rodoreda’s characters struggle with the crushing realities of life—airless marriages, the shrinking of dreams and horizons brought on by war and poverty, illness and grief, separations and departures.
Esti is not a classic, Gothic doppelganger, not Jekyll to the narrator's Hyde, but more of a magician who can seem to lift a house by playing a magic flute.