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.

November 2015

Travel by Train

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

From “Staying Gone”

She wonders why she’s doing this to herself. Is it supposed to be some kind of test?

Cambodian Literature: From Angkor to Year Zero and Beyond

The ability to read and write, knowledge of a foreign language, even the wearing of eyeglasses, could get one killed.

The Anarchist

I completely ruined my father.

The Keeper: Oum Sophany

Sophany emerged from one of the most brutal regimes in modern history with her husband, her daughter, two sisters, a dress, a diary, and a homemade bathing suit.


Since we didn’t have soap, lice abounded in our shorts, so we wore them loose-fitting.

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