"Talking to Ourselves" considers our defenses against loss—it sees language and its arguable opposite, sex, as both weapons against and records of the inevitable.
The story unsettles from the outset, as we are immediately plunged into the protagonist’s turbulent inner world.
A Fairy Tale starts with a young boy, his father, and the political assassination of Swedish Prime Minister Olof Palme.
To the average Westerner, reared on crisp autumn breezes and revitalizing spring air, Beijing’s tianqi, its weather, is a surreal departure.
Hassan Blasim's Iraq is a debased and deadly place
Walsh was sitting in a café when a man approached him and said cryptically: “One of the executed men is alive.”
Shiskin pushes us to the realization that we are part of the book that we are reading, and that the book we are reading is part of us.
Franck’s story is engrossing—immediately, completely.
"Leapfrog & Other Stories" is the last of what’s left of the Cuban writer Guillermo Rosales.
There is an inevitable period of adjustment when reading the work of Robert Walser.
Together, these texts form an ecstatic and elegiac epic, in which the reader travels across the body of a butterfly (literally and figuratively), from the begining to the end of time.
At his best, the Argentine Sergio Chejfec carries the torch of the great ambulatory writers, from De Quincy to Sebald.
"Free City" is a novel about a literary sort of redemption
With the deceptive kick of an apertivo that slides down like water but is 80 proof, the three stories in "I Stole The Rain" promptly engaged my attention.
Games are always a serious matter when they are played by the Mexican writer Mario Bellatin.
Yu Xiang’s poems are the poetic equivalent of shoegazer rock.
Repetitions were important to Nekrasov: to him monotony could also unlock multiplicity.
"The Sinistra Zone" is neither an easy nor an enjoyable read. It is, however, an interesting one
In his latest work the poet sets a different task for himself; he writes as if to battle against the failure of words