“Dying has never been our true suffering. All of our sufferings, in fact, have been born . . . from having to live in this mutable world.”
A thoroughly modern man in an Early Modern world rises from humble origins to greatness through wit and learning.
The economics of love and marriage in a country burdened with a history of violent conflict.
A psychedelic slog through the pleasures and mysteries of slacking off and not measuring up.
Dreams of unraveling love and belonging on the path to Jihad.
A lively selection of Poland’s women poets writing before and after the fall of communism.
Valtinos explores the twists and turns between perpetrating and being the victim of violence amid the confusions and contradictions of civil war.
A powerfully distilled meditation on the competing costs of freedom and dependence.
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.
A gritty, down-and-out debut novel from one of Croatia's “lost generation.”
A memoir calling attention to the tremendous injustices wrought during China's cultural revolution.
In form, Oblivion is like a detective story. This investigation turns frighteningly political, however, when it leads him to Russia’s northern Tundra region, which once housed Stalin’s gulags.
Jergović roots his stories firmly in local Bosnian, Croatian, and Serbian turf. History is back.
The reader is left with the question: in the case of an unhappy marriage, would it be better to follow the advice of Tolstoy or Ben Jelloun?
Daniel Sada’s One Out of Two is a sleeper agent of a book. . . . a brilliant, and welcome, act of literary sabotage.
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.
My Father's Dreams is considered by many critics to be Flisar's best novel.
Liu’s collection resides in a place of isolation, a place brimming with shadows, specters, and half-issued words.