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Both travel book and testimony, L’intruse records the experiences of a French human rights activist in the Middle East. Roannie, a retired pediatrician and member of Amnesty International, spent…

Throughout history writers have, again and again, undertaken journeys—journeys of the mind and actual journeys, traveling across their respective homelands as well as exploring more distant, foreign territories.…

I discovered El Eternauta while translating a poem. Until recently I considered myself to be primarily a translator of poetry. I’d made a few forays into prose, but poetry is always where I’ve…

Libyan writer and diplomat Ahmed Ibrahim Fagih’s Homeless Rats is a quasi-fantastic historical novel that offers considerable insight into Libyan culture and geography, in particular that of the…

I put my cigarette out on a hand that held an empty briefcase of shiny leather.

“Villoro always cuts through genres with the precision of a scalpel.”—Javier Marías

Under her feet, the boat was shaking and creaking as bigger, stronger waves were beginning to hit it.

You close your eyes so as not to see/ How the cadavers hang from a kapok tree.

The plan involved gradually rewriting Don Quixote over the years, so that no one would notice and collective memories would forget the details. Implausible?

Curiously, in recent years God became the most outspoken critic of his own work

I burned down the McDonald’s, for the sake of my life

She finds my writing bizarre; no one does it, especially not in a town like this.

Crates of poultry are piling up in my yard, my attic’s an aviary, my cellar writhes with reptiles

I wanted the daughter who quit doing drugs cold turkey, at age ten.

The Eternonaut is a seminal work of Latin American literature. It’s been translated from Spanish into Italian and French, but never (until now) English. This section is taken from the original version…

Before he could reach for his abacus to add up the total, Tooba Khanum opened the folds of her chador to produce a rooster.

Write why you drew that cartoon and why you chose a Turkish word.

When the Bolsheviks took over, Tsar Nicholas summoned my father.

On the evening of the tenth day of the seventh lunar month, we “invited” all the ancestors to our home.

There are no words to express it in the language of men who die only once. 

Whenever she'd finish a city or an island, she would lift it in the air.

Zheng Xiaolu, editor of a literary magazine, is only twenty-five years old. He was probably twenty-two when he wrote this story.

During the red and yellow storms I even went out and watched the landscape changing color.

It's a General Map of Man with a special interpretation.

Right at the peak of the afternoon heat, a bus strolled into the local general store.