Transness, that is my launch pad, my own path, my passage through the looking glass. Adel Tincelin documents the first three years of their transition.

André Naffis-Sahely talks with Nathalie Handal about the hidden histories and iconic writers of Los Angeles.

A playlist for Hernán Bravo Varela's eulogy for his father and the music that he loved

Senegalese writer Boris Boubacar Diop pens a biography of the late, brilliant, widely celebrated (and fictional) poet Kinne Gaajo through the eyes of a journalist friend.

Hernán Bravo Varela pens a sonically rich eulogy to his father using the music that he cherished.

One wrong move and somebody was bound to shout, “Watch yourself! You’re in Iran now.

In this short story by International Booker Prize winner Jokha Alharthi, a herald patch also heralds the end of a love affair.

New Yorker critic Merve Emre and WWB Books Editor Adam Dalva talk about the 2022 International Booker Prize, recognition for translators, and her journey as a critic.

Homophobia is everywhere. I didn't realize I would grapple with it upon leaving Nigeria.

They stuffed these intoxicating little spheres into their mouths and kissed the juice off of the palms of their hands.

He was as cool as ice, the blue-eyed motherfucker even offered us a drink.

We will need new maps as well as the courage and humor of travelers who won’t hesitate to stick their heads outside the sphere of the world-up-to-this-point, beyond the horizon of existing dictionaries and encyclopedias.

Join us Wednesday, June 8, at 6 PM ET as New Yorker critic Merve Emre talks with WWB Books Editor Adam Dalva about her journey as a critic and the2022 International Booker Prize. Registration is free.

Nearing its twentieth anniversary, the premier publication for international literature reimagines what is to come.

Which experiences have a greater influence on us—our successes, or the times when we've been hurt?

We couldn't be more excited about our new, state-of-the-art home for international literature.

Tobias Carroll recommends noteworthy new books translated from Tibetan, Vietnamese, Arabic, Russian, Spanish, and Croatian.

If there is one constant about this place, it is this, that the people on the move (here) all rely on a different set of lies to proceed with their truth(s).

I think that people rediscovered reading in that period of calm when everything was standing still, and no one could go out or do anything.

We must be careful not to equate the word echo with simple repetition, and it speaks to me personally, acutely, about what it means to shift from writer to translator and back again.

I knew I was born here and I would die here.

In the third scene we talk / motionless across a screen in the ether

then there’s the war / that flabby, shriveled, animal word “war”

Tobias Carroll recommends noteworthy new books translated from Ukrainian, Indonesian, Persian, Japanese, and Spanish.

Afterwards, heads of hushed army snipers / pop up on every rooftop.

Architectural gems crumble on street corners, shrouded in grit till they’re decreed too ugly to save.

San feels reassured that Namae’s body is as skinny and pathetic as her own.

One is drawn toward handwritten manuscripts because, unlike more mediated forms of writing (whether produced by typewriters, word processors, or automatic transcription tools), they alone retain the signs of hesitation.

There are many great Arabic children’s books that haven’t reached their young readers yet.

They may even throw us out of this village.