We're wrapping up the year with a look at crime, non-Scandinavian style. You'll find no dragon tattoos or icy fjords here, only an abundance of lawlessness from the rest of the world. In two chilling monologues, Umar Timol's murderer speaks to a dead audience, and Sergey Kuznetsov's sociopath finds killing is always in season. Rubem Fonseca's contract killer works both sides, Care Santos's exasperated writer sends a pesky journalist to his final deadline, and Italian best seller Andrea Camilleri defines a Mafia vocabulary. Washington Cucurto returns to the scene of a Cortazar crime. China's Sun Yisheng's police extract an unexpected confession. French graphic superstar David B. and Herve Tanquerelle track a bank heist; Willy Uribe's fugitive cuts to the chase; Morocco's Mahi Binebine shows a suicide bomber's first murder.  And Laurence Colchester and François von Hurter talk about publishing all crime, all the time. To skip this issue would be, well, criminal.

In our feature on New Writing from Korea, writer Kim Young-ha selects and introduces two dazzling works from Korea. Sim Sangdae observes fatal beauty, and Yun Ko-eun follows a woman whose work drives her crazy. We thank the Korea Literature Translation Institute for their generous support of this special section on new Korean writing. 




New Writing from South Korea


Beauty

Ever since I was much younger, my mom had often dragged men into her bedroom.




Book Reviews

The Canvas

The mystery is only the vehicle by which Stein delivers a Kafkaesque tale that constantly toys with memory, truth, and identity.


Lygia Fagundes Telles’s “The Girl in the Photograph”

Although Lia, Ana Clara, and Lorena can’t help thinking uncharitable things about one another from time to time, when they’re together, their connection is electric.


Niq Mhlongo’s “Dog Eat Dog”

Has South Africa found its modern voice of the people, its cutting-edge bard of the townships?


The Killer’s Monologue

Do I feel remorse? Of course not.

Belle

I don’t enjoy popping anybody, but it's my job.

from “Butterfly Skin”

It is good to kill in spring.