Pizarnik is a heroic voyager slaying demons and recovering lost languages . . . . Dabral returns again and again to childhood, to the difference between city and countryside, to a nagging sense of loss.
The old to the new: recent Korean poetry in translation.
A sensual, surreal, and challenging novel by the first woman to win the International Prize for Arabic Fiction.
It’s a dubious privilege that a woman can tell war stories as brutal and devastating as a man can.
The Party. The Revolution. Blood. All of it, together.
The human factor is not essential. Sunscreen—now that's essential.
You don’t become a war correspondent by accident or by chance.
The compassionate understand pain, but pain cannot be understood; those who suffer understand nothing.
A black woman, in the regime’s view, simply could not be an Italian.
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