Taxi drivers are indiscreet types.

Boulevard Barbès, Rochechouart, like a film clip, Arabs, blacks, half-whites.

Because punk is made so people like you will look at people like me.

My son now despises me.

I was the daughter of a tainted man.

I was thirteen years old, it was time to steal.

“Why? Wasn’t there a guava tree at the other guy’s place?”

WWB’s Translator Relay features an interview with a different translator each month. This month’s translator will choose the next interviewee, adding a different, sixth question.For July’s…

Dayla Rogers’s translation of Kemal Varol’s “The Angels Who Wiped My Fate Clean” appears in the July 2017 issue: Divided Countries.We translators often get so caught up in…

In those streets, around the stands, one inhales the border crossings between the cultures of Bolivia, Chile, Peru, and the north of Argentina.

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WWB editor and translator Eric M. B. Becker remembers the Brazilian writer, who passed away on July 10, 2017.On Sunday morning, July 9, I was on the island of Sal, Cape Verde, preparing for the last of…

Rio de Janeiro is probably the only metropolis in the world that erased all the vestiges of its origins. 

In Young-ha Kim’s I Hear Your Voice, translated by Krys Lee and published by Houghton Mifflin Harcourt, the narrator, Donggyu, and his friend Jae grow up on the streets of Seoul and seek friendship,…

“Woman Creature,” a short story by Brazilian writer and Machado de Assis Prize-winner Sheyla Smanioto, draws on the same polyphonic expression as her São Paulo Prize-winning novel Desesterro.…

John K. Cox’s translation of Biljana Jovanović’s “Lida, Danilo, and the Others” appears in the June 2017 issue.For Words without Borders’s Queer Issue VIII, I translated…

The writers here are pushing the boundary of the known and working against the grain of the status quo.

In the current environment of relentless political strife . . . debate deteriorates into name-calling; partisans morph into zealots, complex issues are reduced to binary terms, and hostility seethes just beneath the surface.

This demonstrates how overwhelmingly crude his rhetoric is.

I was convinced that I really had caused the death of the one I loved most.

The men pull dollar bills out of their pockets and throw them at the women’s heads.

Most massacres occurred after Friday prayers.

He tossed and turned in his bed, trying to wrest those hours from his memory.

There were a lot of weapons being brandished, a lot of threats being shouted, and there was a lot of waiting around. The intifada uprising shifted from the streets onto the TV.

“It wasn’t a civil war. It was a rebellion.”

Everyone knew that the way to become a revolutionary was through the Chinese language and not Tibetan.

“They shoot them right outside their front door and then send their folks a bill for the bullets.”

Those are things you mustn't ask questions about. Some people get sad.