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Alexis Pernsteiner

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Alexis Pernsteiner

Alexis Pernsteiner is a literary and academic translator. Recent publications include Hotelles by Emma Mars (an erotic novel set in Paris, the City of Love) and The Invention of Race: Popular and Scientific Representations (edited by Nicolas Bancel, Thomas David, and Dominic Thomas).

Articles by Alexis Pernsteiner

On the Fourth Day

By Koulsy Lamko

He arrived on a golden-yellow tricycle and offered to tow me. Frail sexagenarian, sickly thin frame, angular face, his craggy skin suggesting an old case of the chickenpox. A lightly broken-in cowboy…

Translated from French by Alexis Pernsteiner

Multilingual

In All Magnitude

I give thanks to the earth, not the same, not mine—my stormy, radiant illiterate—I give thanks to the earth, not my island, that terrible girl, who learned, with her silent “S,”…

Translated from French by Antoine Bargel & Alexis Pernsteiner

Multilingual

Traces of Our Fathers

By Alain Gordon Gentil

Writer, journalist, and filmmaker Alain Gordon Gentil has recently finished shooting four documentaries that retrace the great Indian, African, French, and Chinese adventure of immigration to the Mauritian…

Translated from French by Alexis Pernsteiner & Antoine Bargel

Isle Say Blood

By Michel Ducasse

our fragmented history written with a large axe told by the bordertracers slaves of their prejudice our marooned history chained by hatred whitewashed memory, creole coolie color anger pain dockers…

Translated from French by Alexis Pernsteiner & Antoine Bargel

Multilingual

The Sea Horses’ Ball

By Boris Gamaleya

Below the Mipham plane the Himalayan sky. The wind florifies the snow. Fa-fa-mi . . . mi-fa-fa . . . Shadows gain in luxuriance, tufts of omphalodes and orthosiphon. Don’t stay grounded.…

Translated from French by Alexis Pernsteiner & Antoine Bargel

Famine

By Jean-Luc Raharimanana

Frogs invariably proliferate in a flood. My countries, crass latitudes and borders of hell, often encounter these blessed times. Winds and rains. Frogs. Toads. Pelobates and other pelodytes. Inflated…

Translated from French by Antoine Bargel & Alexis Pernsteiner

Multilingual

Kratos

By Jean-Luc Raharimanana

From my face made puffy by the swelling of centuries my shithead laughter, I gaze at you from my manure where negro death unfolds in mass, crater bodies in rotten piles, pink abscess on vagina in bloom,…

Translated from French by Alexis Pernsteiner & Antoine Bargel

Multilingual

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