Each month, Tobias Carroll shares a handful of recently released or forthcoming titles in translation that he’s especially excited about. From Seven Stories Press | Bezoar: And Other Unsettling…

The wars never ceased, the surveillance and control wrought by our digital world eroded our liberties, unemployment and poverty grew.

Usually there is no time to be moody, only the slap and the dash and the drill and the dig, you dig?

This #WITMonth, we're spotlighting books by some of our favorite Black women writers in translation. From Haiti and Cabo Verde, Italy and Equatorial Guinea, the books below span continents…

Other Moons: Vietnamese Short Stories of the American War and Its Aftermath, translated and edited by Quan Manh Ha and Joseph Babcock, is out this week from Columbia University Press. In the story…

Even if Salerno is blessed with sunshine, many things happen in the twilight.

The colonial system is still alive in Peru.

Being with you is like being on an island, a quarantine island.

From preeminent Polish journalist Malgorzata Szejnert, Ellis Island: A People's History, translated by Sean Gasper Bye and out next week with Scribe Publications, pieces together a portrait of…

Each month, Tobias Carroll shares a handful of recently released or forthcoming titles in translation that he’s especially excited about. From Open Letter Books | This Could Have Become Ramayan…

In Germany the statue of Marx is playing chess with the family doctor

The first translated book to win the DSC Prize for South Asian Literature, Jayant Kaikini's No Presents Please, translated from Kannada by Tejaswini Niranjana and out next week with Catapult,…

A real work of Amerindian literature makes perceptible another way of ordering and being in the world.

water boils up from grouped stones, grips me.

At light of dawn I rise and make fire, / and dry in nascent fire-gleam the space where dew once pearled.

a dark stillness / goes about sowing death.

I alone / plunge my roots / and outstretch my branches.

Silvio wanted to escape, race across the sown fields with his long rhea legs until he reached some place where no one could see him.

In this essay, Matt Hanson explores how contemporary Turkish writers like Moris Farhi, Zulfu Livaneli, and Ayse Kulin continue to grapple with Turkey's complex relationship to Jewish…

With the news coming out of Iran, I was already beginning to feel the weight of the ongoing disaster in my body.

Nilbar Güreş's “Rose of Sapatão” is the cover art for the June 2020 issue: The Queer Issue XI.During the last months, I’ve been painting at my home studio, which…

Car horns suddenly transformed into instruments of emotion, sirens of mourning.

When I go out with my daughter, I herd her along, trying to keep her two meters away from anyone who approaches.

In Víctor del Árbol's novel Breathing Through the Wound, translated by Lisa Dillman and out this week with Other Press, an artist accepts an unusual commission…

I practiced the art of clairvoyance, / became a sorceress, a witch, a woman

I ask myself / if mother's ban / against confessing / . . . is still in place

They’re as naked as the day they were born

The wisdom gathered from those wanderings is far deeper / Than that of ancient Greece

somewhere in between the promise and the certainty of rain / the bounds of things / —all things, including you— / are blurred

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