Outdated Browser

For the best experience using our website, we recommend upgrading your browser to a newer version or switching to a supported browser.

More Information

Contributor

Peter Bush

Contributor

Peter Bush

United Kingdom

Peter Bush is an award-winning literary translator who was born in Spalding, Lincolnshire, UK.

Articles by Peter Bush

Moroccan (?) Girl Reads Nietzsche Shut in the Lavatory—On Translating Najat El Hachmi

An excerpt of Peter Bush’s translation of Najat El Hachmi’s The Foreign Daughter appears in the April 2017 issue: You Will Not Be Born Again: Catalan Literature Now.I…

The Foreign Daughter

By Najat El Hachmi

I’ve chosen a life where I should be illiterate like my mother.

Translated from Catalan by Peter Bush

A Stitch in Time

By Teresa Solana

As we were intending to cut him into small chunks, we thought it would be less stressful if he were bandaged.

Translated from Catalan by Peter Bush

Field of Battle, Field of Fruit

By Francesc Serès

Spreading out like a dense forest, shaking and rippling like a field of corn combed by the north wind, a hypnotic wave, a river above craggy peaks, the flock is like a cloud-filled sky when a storm is…

Translated from Catalan by Peter Bush

The Other Life

By Sergi Pàmies

I had to die to find out whether anybody loved me. When alive, I was never very popular, and it was a real problem for me that I fought very vigorously and quite without success. At home, if I didn’t…

Translated from Catalan by Peter Bush

We Were Just Talking about You

By Sergi Pàmies

Perhaps because I'd smelled this coming, I didn't try to fight back.

Translated from Catalan by Peter Bush

The Not-So-Perfect Crime

By Teresa Solana

Eduard, God doesn't play dice . . . he usually declares when we find ourselves up a blind alley or suddenly have a stroke of good luck.

Translated from Catalan by Peter Bush

The Invention of the Aspirin

By Empar Moliner

To think that by just using her imagination, they could all be hers, bores her stiff.

Translated from Catalan by Peter Bush

From “Havana Black”

By Leonardo Padura

He imagined the cork's possible pain as if it were live flesh he was penetrating with his implacable metal corkscrew.

Translated from Spanish by Peter Bush