These are essays with a roving gaze whose authors travel through geographic and intellectual spaces with the same ease with which we used to walk around in New York.

Women were confined to reading prayer books and religious hymns. And they wrote in the margins. Centuries went by. Those marginalia are, in fact, the books I need to read.

The pieces here map the translation of event into prose—the creation of true crime writing.

It's not your job to solve this case.

These works reflect a striking range of existential challenges shaping lives across the globe.

At least five hundred pages, otherwise there's no point!

Though much of the art here may be in black and white, the topics addressed are anything but.

I know he's a faker, but missing the premiere . . .

That piece of junk is driving me crazy!

The artistic production of a group of leftist artists, poets, and editors in Central Europe in the interwar period reflects an optimism for a “new Europe.”

Václavek attempts to outline the ways in which developments in engineering and socialized labor practices are integral models for contemporary art practice.

thus it is proven once again that / luck is a swallow on a telegraph wire

Trains . . . unite many dichotomies: the exotic and the banal, freedom and luxury, nostalgia and modernity, the possible and the real.

The label reads: RENATA. IN THE EVENT OF MY DEATH DESTROY WITHOUT READING.

Authors writing in Czech have always had plenty to say.

The older you are, the less exposure you can tolerate.

I even had erotic dreams in which the chess pieces lusted after each other.

The leg I don’t have is what hurts.

Krakow in my childhood didn’t belong to anyone.

We should’ve sorted it out when he was nine, when he hung the neighbor’s cat.

He tries to cram St. John of Nepomuk into a shaggy fur coat.

They were different from the Germans she knew in the Reich.

Myths always lie a little, to make them more impressive.

Of course I was named after Leonid Brezhnev!

Bgashev’s been dead a few years now and he’s been coming to see me all this time.

Sean Cotter takes playful inventory of the cultural legacy of Michael Henry Heim's English translation of Czech writer Milan Kundera's The Unbearable Lightness of Being, from sports and politics to celebrity memoirs and a film adaptation featuring Daniel…

Butch blinked. But it wouldn't go away. He could see it, the blood, like a red honeycomb, like a membrane, in his left eye.

Weiss: What was your first time out of the country?Topol: My first time was in East Germany with my mom. She took my brother and me to the seaside there. That change—all of a sudden by the sea in the…

I glanced at the wreath against the tombstone and was amazed to read my own name on it

I have always been intrigued by the fact that cows in India are sacred.

I liked doing math. The seven-times table was my darling.

What kind of part can a writer play in a war? Exactly the same one as during peace.

I feel honored by your invitation to present the academy with a report on my former life as an ape.

Remake the world? Did we not learn anything from the French Revolution?