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February 2011

International Graphic Novels: Volume V

February brings our annual celebration of the international graphic novel. From bomb shelters in Gaza to prisons in Greece, surviving famine in Ukraine and negotiating high school in Paris, these international artist-writers delineate character and plot with their singular styles. See how Nine Antico, Chihoi, Christophe-Ngalle Edimo and Simon-Pierre Mbumbo, Eom Jeong-He and Ko Im-Hong, Igort, Rutu Modan and Igal Sarna, and David Prudhomme make every picture tell a story. (Chihoi's tale is a translation within a translation, a graphic version of a story by Xi Xi, also appearing this month.) Elsewhere, in a trio of anti-valentines, Kjell Askildsen's resentful married couple seethe in silence, Guillermo Martinez's pick-up artist blunders through a dance hall, and Teresa Solana's elderly women dispatch an abusive son-in-law.

This month we also launch a new series, Our Man in Madrid, in which Jonathan Blitzer presents new work in Spanish by international writers coming through that literary hub. In the first installment, Venezuelan Juan Carlos Chirinos tracks the operatic last act of a despot.

Two Million People in the Square: Scenes from the Revolution
By Magdy El Shafee
The people say: Step down now!
Translated from Arabic by Humphrey Davies
Davin Chan Moves Out
By Xi Xi
A Hong Kong family contends with stray cats and serial murderers in this short story by cult Chinese writer Xi Xi.One Sunday morning a year ago, Erwin Chan opened his apartment door with the intention…
Translated from Chinese by Steve Bradbury
Ride of the Valkyries
For Vasco Szinetar The president sits in the backseat of the car and watches confusedly as his wife struggles to climb in. Her clothes are cumbersome, extravagant, even though she dressed in a hurry.…
Translated from Spanish
Dance at the Marcone
One Saturday as I was walking down Corrientes looking for the woman of my dreams, or any woman at all, I turned on Pueyrredón to follow a cute brunette who was strutting down the street, shaking…
Translated from Spanish
The Dogs in Thessaloniki
By Răzvan Petrescu
We had our morning coffee in the garden. We scarcely said a word.  Beate got up and put the cups on a tray.  We might as well put the chairs up on the veranda, she said.  What for? I said. …
Translated from Norwegian by Florin Bican