Articles tagged "Children's Literature"

My Mother’s Garage Sale (Mag: Articles)

By Daniel Laverdure | January 1, 2007

Every spring my mother decides to organize a garage sale. But every spring she wonders whether she should do it. "I really don't know if I should, Christophe. It's so much work." "You're right,…...

Translated from French by Lawrence Venuti

Marked by the Moon: An Ancient Tale (Mag: Articles)

By Nasser Yousefi | November 1, 2004

Once upon a time, a long time ago-a very, very long time ago-in a corner of the world that was neither faraway nor near, there lived a girl whose name was Moon-Fairy. Moon-Fairy was kindhearted and helpful…...

Translated from Farsi by Zara Houshmand

Please Leave a Message (Mag: Articles)

By Nira Harel | November 1, 2004

Dina and Shlomo went out shopping. Their son, Dudi, stayed home. He didn't stay alone. Tally, his baby sister, stayed with him. His dog Rexie stayed with him too. Before Dudi's mother and father…...

Translated from Hebrew by Miriam Shlesinger

It’s a Chick, Not a Dog (Mag: Articles)

By Jar al-Nabi al-Hilw | November 1, 2004

We live in the big house, all of us-men and women, boys and girls, and my mother and me. My mother captures all my attention. And she's ruled my heart too. I watch my mother no matter where she is:…...

Translated from Arabic by Marilyn Booth

The Angel’s Feather (Mag: Articles)

By Angela Nanetti | November 1, 2004

Once upon a time an angel lost a feather. It hardly ever happens, only once every two or three hundred years, but it does happen. The angel was flying over a solitary lake, through the bluest waters of…...

Translated from Italian by Lawrence Venuti

Granny Long Tongue (Mag: Articles)

By Chiba Mikio | November 1, 2004

This story is set in the time when monsters were still living up there in the mountains and down here in the forests. Granny Long Tongue and Red Ban the Ogre lived high up on Mt. Okuyama, at Okumata Pass.…...

Translated from Japanese by Michael Emmerich

Viktoria Was Home All Alone (Mag: Articles)

By Martin Auer | November 1, 2004

Everybody was gone, and Viktoria was home all alone. "When everybody's gone, my house is a magic place." She went to her parents' bedroom and pulled back the bedspread. A big bear lay in the middle…...

Translated from German by John E. Woods

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