I think my task was less linguistic than it was a matter of representing the environment in my mind and sensing its moods emotionally, entering that strange atmosphere so it could seep through into the translation.

Tobias Carroll recommends noteworthy new books translated from Arabic, Chinese, Danish, French, and Japanese.

So what happens next in Danish translation?

don’t remember how we ended up watching Rambo / but it was a disappointing experience.

What’s the deal with your face, Dad?

I will remain unwritten.

. . . the world shimmers / everything unimaginably possible . . .

A Stone-Age hand a paperback Koran

i’m the same age / as this morning’s darkness

The car you plan to make your escape in isn't registered

I suddenly notice/that I've vanished.

His face is a baby’s bottom. And yet. Not.

The doorkeeper sniffs out your presence.

After Nikolaj slams the car door shut they realize that Tobias isn't in the car.

My new position gave me contact with refugees from various communities in Copenhagen.

So now we've begun packing. I've carried empty cardboard boxes home from the supermarket.