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Gregory Conti

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Gregory Conti

United States

Gregory Conti teaches English at the University of Perugia and is a regular contributor to Raritan. His most recent translations are “Seven Poems” by Elisa Biagini and The Fault Line by Paolo Rumiz (Rizzoli USA, 2015).

Articles by Gregory Conti

From the Translator: On Giuseppe Berto’s “The Betrayal”

By Gregory Conti

Gregory Conti’s translation of Giuseppe Berto’s “The Betrayal” appears in the January 2016 issue of Words without Borders: Bad Behavior.Why translate, in 2017, a work of fiction…

The Betrayal

By Giuseppe Berto

So You said to me, “What you are about to do, do quickly.”

Translated from Italian by Gregory Conti

Horst

By Sebastiano Vassalli

I am a thief of strong emotions. I listen to the moans and shouts of others.

Translated from Italian by Gregory Conti

Sebastiano

By Sebastiano Vassalli

What time was it? Who was that out there, and why were they continuing to ring my doorbell?

Translated from Italian by Gregory Conti

from “Colomba”

By Dacia Maraini

A character knocked on the door of the woman with short hair. Tapping timidly with her knuckles, the character entered the room without making a sound. She’s a modestly dressed mountain woman. On…

Translated from Italian by Gregory Conti

Two hares play in a grassy field

Photo by Mathias Elle on Unsplash

Spring

By Mario Rigoni Stern

The departure came in the month of March, when the thaw opened up the passes, which in our mountains were like gateways toward the countries of central Europe.

Translated from Italian by Gregory Conti

A Christmas in 1945

By Mario Rigoni Stern

More than the snow he had to tramp through during the day, it was the cold of the night that made that time hard for him.

Translated from Italian by Gregory Conti

My Grandfather

By Vitaliano Brancati

It was still morning, and we felt ourselves heading into the sea as we sped along this last, ever-narrowing strip of Sicily.

Translated from Italian by Gregory Conti