Dr. Heo Seung - Min: To protect the nature preserve and succeed in our vital research , we must unearth the secret of Frequency A , which is the source of these mysterious incidents !

“The square’s full.  The streets feeding into it are full…There’s never been a demonstration like this before…Egypt appeared to be one great demonstration, united…

Thursday, I attended a session in the “rights balloon” (let’s hope it’s not a “rights bubble”) entitled “Franco-Belgian BD business in the USA Today.” The…

Angoulême! It’s an eyegasm. As promised. The sky, overcast since Paris, finally brightened as the TGV pulled past Poitiers without stopping. From my seat, I was playing the game I always do…

Frit Flagey is regularly considered one of the best fry joints (friterie, or fritkot) in Brussels. It’s also one of the slowest, and so can always be spotted by its line, in which smatterings of…

Translation was a central subject with a panel of book review editors this week, at the Center for Fiction in New York. The event, “Book Reviews, Revamped,” was put on in partnership with…

If each city is like a game of chess, the day when I have learned the rules, I shall finally possess my empire, even if I shall never succeed in knowing all the cities it contains.                       …

Abdellatif el Jaziri was a Moroccan from Fez with a fine Berber head (long and narrow, with a strong chin and prominent cheekbones) and an unflappable sense of humor.  Until recently, he taught Arabic…

Shortly after celebrating its twentieth anniversary in May, French indie comics powerhouse L’Association now finds itself at a stalemate with its employees, who’ve gone on strike to protest…

Congratulations to our marvelous Arabic translator Humphrey Davies, winner of the 2010 Saif Ghobash–Banipal Prize for Arabic Literary Translation for his translation of Elias Khoury's novel…

Ambar Past's mordant “Practice for Hangmen,” from our March 2007 issue, offers a training manual for executioners. Jumping off from a Reuters report on the unfortunate results of flawed…

In this installment of our “From the Translator” series, translator Jethro Soutar talks about the process of translating José Pérez Reyes's “In Hock,”  from…

Throughout his years of exile, Bertolt Brecht carried little with him: his manuscripts, his smoker's paraphernalia, and a black scroll containing a painting of Confucius, which he would hang somewhere…

In the latest in our “From the Translator” series , translator Andrea Labinger talks about Angela Pradelli's novel Amigas mías, from which “The Bather” is taken. Amigas…

The French-Djiboutian writer Abdourahman A. Waberi was one of the writers to whom J.M.G. Le Clézio dedicated his Nobel Prize in his acceptance speech. Waberi has won many literary prizes and honors;…

. . . is the task accepted by the narrator of Horacio Castellanos Moya's Senselessness. In this extract from our issue of October 2006, a self-described “depraved atheist” writer is hired…

Olga slid her soapy thumbs behind the man's ears and then, still using her thumbs, lightly stroked his earlobes.

“And this word, superfluous, the way it sticks to you . . .”

My mission consists in feeling out the temperature on the ground, making sure the country is secure, the situation is stable, and the terrorists are under control.

She pulled on the dress playfully and it stirred there in the mirror, as if twitching with fright.

“You probably won’t believe it, but the strangest thing that happened to me was actually in broad daylight.”

They will greet you with mysterious / smiles, those who were there before you.

The uncertainty spread: / who will watch over those without eyes? / ears?

Life is postponed defeat / victory is death by an authentic hand.

It is clear that there is a strong link between the strength of a novelistic tradition in a country and the power of the editor.

The butcher turned around, the kidneys in her left hand, the knife in her right.

Impossible to live with dead citizens / noosed to the floor of a stage

After reading Crime and Punishment when he was a student he had contemplated killing Umm Husayn.

One afternoon I counted 1,253 items of clothing.

On the sidewalks lie piles of uncollected garbage in enormous black bags, some of them split open.