Book Reviews

Wolfgang Hilbig’s “The Sleep of the Righteous”

In prose that flashes like black fire, a seething hush gathering in pockets of remarkable beauty, Hilbig circles a renewal that outstrips both the ravages of history and the ruins of the present. That regeneration, he seems to suggest, belongs to literature.

Evald Flisar’s “My Father’s Dreams”

My Father's Dreams is considered by many critics to be Flisar's best novel.

Liu Xia’s “Empty Chairs”

Liu’s collection resides in a place of isolation, a place brimming with shadows, specters, and half-issued words.

December 2015

Knowing the Unknowable: Writing from Madagascar

Not a single novel from Madagascar, whether written in French or Malagasy, has ever appeared in English.

Abandoning Myself

Besides, poverty’s not interesting, and I don’t want them to pity me

The Conspiracists

"First and foremost, what proves to me that you are what you say you are?"

Omeo Zamako

Lehilahy tells his son that he must work harder in order to succeed, that knowledge is not easily attained.

from “The Lamenting Land”

We made God wait his turn, because we wanted to eat meat.


Story, story. If there is a falsehood in my tale, it is not I who has lied to you.

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