Translation
A collection that joins several notable English-language translations of the Tang Dynasty poet, Hanshan.
A collection that joins several notable English-language translations of the Tang Dynasty poet, Hanshan.
Elisa Shua Dusapin’s debut novel, Winter in Sokcho, transports us to the off-season in a resort town near the North Korean border.
The first English translation of the Romanian writer’s novel—a poetic exploration of the body that both engages and resists gender.
i will erect the new paradise / i will build and decorate it / LIKE a garden in an outgoing/incoming vessel / with ornamented walls / with a basin in the floor
Somewhere in post-Soviet Moscow, the narrator of Maria Stepanova’s In Memory of Memory rummages through the apartment of her recently deceased aunt and comes across a collection of family photographs, some over a century old.
The language and objects of collective dreaming.
A snow lark hovers over the isolated Isle of the Dead A shadow on the beach is an echo of Venus who bestows upon me some ripened red fruit In this isolated moment waves produce a dream that seduces me
At the heart of Leave to Remain is the two authors, who, like Janus, share two faces and a mind that begins as two but comes to function as one,.
Girl C is supposed to be hard at work today but she keeps missing her stops, slipping. As the train falls out of view once again, she returns to her world of desire, instead of the world of transport and commuting and punctuality. She allows herself to float into the passenger car, and her pockets empty themselves and her clothing flies off-screen as per instructions provided one hundred years ago.
On the occasion of the English publication of Tyll, the German author’s latest novel, the two writers and self-confessed “seventeenth-century nerds” consider where research ends and invention begins in historical fiction.
The writer on her new novel, why style is political, and the kinds of subjectivity we experience.
The writer on using Chaucer’s Middle English to channel transgressive figures, rethink gender, and experience the pleasures of language.
On writing for the sound of it, scandalous joy, and the seriousness of scatterbrained expression.
On the occasion of a new co-edition of Je Nathanaël, the author speaks about re-issues, the lie of the truth, and the limits of language.
The poet, translator, and Action Books publisher on his collection of essays about US literary culture, foreign influence, and the illusion of mastery.
She was coming out of the library when she saw him. Their paths had crossed a couple of times before. Three, to be exact. More or less under the same circumstances. He was riding an orange bicycle, and a little girl was standing behind him on the pannier rack.
“Let him sleep. He’ll be alright if he sleeps.”
