Robert Louis Stevenson says that to tour lighthouses is “to visit past centuries.”

A dispiriting narrowness has defined canons of Urdu feminist writing from previous decades.

Her sagacity immortalized even her scattered, sporadic axioms.

In a world reimagining its cultural and political axes, Welsh-language literature gives voice to an experience more necessary and valuable now than ever.

I have become Japanese and I am no longer a Welshwoman.

It happened so quickly. The End.

Yes, there was a shadow there.

Dan believed it had all started going wrong when they took away his keys.

Food banks are one of the country’s main industries now; having replaced actual banks, who fled the island like rats from a sinking ship.

These writers have migrated geographically and, in some cases, linguistically.

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?”

This demonstrates how overwhelmingly crude his rhetoric is.

Oral and written literary traditions in Basque follow two very distinct paths, both very rich and alive.

Everything—including life— / ends when the hands give up.

Our knees were trusting doves; the ribbons in our hair, delicious bait.

Almost no one cares for the wounds of others.

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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…

In this essay, Alexei Bayer writes about his first and second languages, translating into English, and being translated into his native Russian.

Nouri Gana talks to Hisham Matar about poetry, beards, and his novel In the Country of Men.

Fridays I go to church. I do not go to pray.

These are among the words discussed by Christopher Moore in In Other Words:Arabic taarradhin Many commentators have pointed out that Arabic has no word for “compromise,” in the sense of reaching…

An exile's life is unstable. Ruled by fear, especially when you're so deeply involved with a language.