Articles tagged "Argentine Literature"


From the Translator: The Eternonaut

I discovered El Eternauta while translating a poem. Until recently I considered myself to be primarily a translator of poetry. I’d made a few forays into prose, but poetry is always where I’ve…...

Alaska

The eye of the seal—my amulet—will lead me to the white bear. Is there anything more beautiful than to pursue the white bear over the white ocean? I’ve followed his trail now through…...

The White Breast, the Black Breast

My mother had a white breast and a black breast. Upon waking she would take the white breast in her hand and lifting it to my lips say: Drink, my child, and I would drink a very sweet, thick white milk.…...

Epistle

Jews ask for signs, Greeks for wisdom, but I say: Go crazy. Where is the wise man? Where is the scribe? The light of the world has been palmed. You’re blind? Rejoice in your blindness. You’re…...

The City of the Sun

Charged as fabulists and cast out of the city, we wander back and forth, sleeping now in caves, now in the open, feeding on herbs and roots, and when we’re lucky enough, honeycomb. Our women and…...

The Bather

For more than ten years, Olga had been bathing people in their homes. She didn’t earn a fortune, but she lived comfortably.  Her taxes were paid and her refrigerator was full. She even had enough…...

From the Translator: Andrea Rosenberg on Translating Silvina Ocampo’s “The Golden Hare”

In an essay for WWB, Andrea Rosenberg speaks about her translation of Silvina Ocampo's lyrical fable, "The Golden Hare," from this month's issue of the magazine. You can read the story…...

God’s Punishment

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The Two Coins

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from “Gombrowicz in Argentina”

Rita Gombrowicz’s Gombrowicz in Argentina (Gombrowicz en Argentine, 1984) and Gombrowicz in Europe (Gombrowicz en Europe, 1988) pull together her years of research into Witold Gombrowicz's…...

Five Poems from “Mouth of Hell”

The ephemeral, suddenly, dazzling, like the shrewd play of verses. Steep curve. A river of hermetic prestige diverted from its own digressions. Possible visions to capture the cry of the human. An urging,…...

The Golden Hare

In the bosom of the afternoon the sun illuminated her like a conflagration in the engravings of an ornate Bible. Not all hares are alike, Jacinto, and it wasn't her fur, believe me, that distinguished…...

A Line in the Sand

  Ruth was making mountains with a foot. She dug with her big toe in the warm sand, made little mounds, tidied them up, carefully smoothed them with the sole of her foot, contemplated them a little.…...

Preserves

A week, a month go by and we’re getting used to the idea that Teresita will get the jump on our plans. I’m going to have to give up the fellowship because in a few months it’s not going…...

from Botany of Chaos

In this age of speed and technology, when people can barely keep up with email and appointments scheduled in palm pilots, the short short story has particular appeal for the reader with little time to…...

from The Literature Conference

Part One: The Macuto Yarn On a journey I recently had cause to make to Venezuela, I had the opportunity to admire the famous "Macuto Yarn," one of the Wonders of the New World. It is the legacy of nameless…...

That Woman

This story was inspired by a bizarre episode in Argentinean history. After the overthrow of Juan Perón in 1955, the embalmed corpse of his wife, the immensely popular "Evita," was stolen by the…...

A Modern Hero

There are no heroes in the city. Nor in the country. This is the problem that modern women face. Our men don't go to war, and if they did it would be out of stupidity or irresponsibility. Even so,…...

from Reina’s Flight

The President Has Mystical Visions." This was the headline in the Heraldo. Mr. Camargo had been convinced that the Heraldo, his newspaper's rival, would not publish a single word about the scandalous…...

from To the Person Leaving

I have emigrated three times in my life. In 1978, I emigrated from Argentina to come to France, because a military dictatorship had taken hold in my country. In 1999, I emigrated from France, where I'd…...

from The Boundless River

Two or three friends are waiting at the airport when I arrive, and after the formalities of customs and greetings, we undertake the car ride from the airport into the city. My trips home almost always…...

from English Craft

The narrator is visiting London, sent by a Buenos Aires newspaper, to interview the famous British author Davies. She is haunted by a profound early friendship with Ana, and equally by a relationship from…...

Brief Stories

There was a woman who never did anything without first consulting the I Ching. She imagined a game of roulette in which the bets were paid with the events of the player's life. The monk climbs the…...

The Bride from Odessa

One spring evening in 1890, from his vantage point up on the Primorsky Boulevard, a young man was watching the movement of ships in the port of Odessa. Decked out in his Sunday finest, he contrasted as…...

from Before the End

1 I walk along the Avenida Costanera Sur,1 contemplating the portentous river, traversed just over a century ago by thousands of Spaniards, Italians, Jews, Poles, Albanians, Russians, and Germans, driven…...