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Ales Steger in B O D Y

“The chauffeur takes off his blindfold and leaves him in front of an unfamiliar villa by a lake. The door opens to a dim living room. Crackling embers in the fireplace. Some twenty masked people, cloaked in black habits. Latin plainsong…” From Absolution by Aleš Šteger, translated from the Slovene by by by Urška Charney […]

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Tea Tulic in B O D Y

“They say that when people jump from their own – or someone else’s – windows and balconies, they first take off their socks, shoes, trainers, slippers. They jump barefoot. With their hangnails, corns and hard heels. They go to join their barefoot ancestors.” From the absolutely unique and brilliant award-winning Hair Everywhere by Tea Tulić, […]

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Ricarda Huch in B O D Y

An epistolary novel set in Russia at the beginning of the 20th century, a psychological thriller of love and assassination, Ricarda Huch’s work is virtually unknown in the english-speaking world despite her high-standing in the Germany of her time – Thomas Mann called her the “First Lady of Europe” while Hitler and Goebbels sent her […]

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Ilija Durovic in B O D Y

“Milena and I didn’t like dogs. The fierce, powerful creatures in our suburb, Zabjelo, always scared us. We believed they could bite a person to death. But Milena’s death was different. It went roughly like this: …” And so goes the warped twists and turns of Montenegrin writer Ilija Đurović’s short story “Parts of Town“, […]

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Daniil Kharms in B O D Y

Two short pieces by Daniil Kharms from the mid-1930’s translated by Alexander Cigale, one about an invasive cuckoo bird among other things, the other miraculously seeming to foreshadow every hipster’s worst nightmare scenario. You can also go back to the last installment of Saturday European Fiction for more Kharms. Read more Saturday European Fiction

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Daniil Kharms in B O D Y

“And so, it once happened that Nikolay Ivanovich found himself in Hotel Europe, in their restaurant. Nikolay Ivanovich sits at his table, and the table over from him is occupied by some foreigners, and they’re gobbling up apples.   And that’s when Nikolay Ivanovich said to himself: ‘A curious thing,’ Nikolay Ivanovich said to himself, […]

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Ladislav Fuks in B O D Y

“The German Casino in Růžová Street, to which Mr. Kopfrkingl had dragged himself with his leg behind him and his body bent forward, had a white marble-covered entrance with three steps. ‘I love white marble-covered entrances with three steps,’ thought Mr. Kopfrkingl and slowly crossed the street to the pavement opposite…” From The Cremator by […]

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Jean Lorrain in B O D Y

“Amsterdam, it is always water and houses painted black and white, all windows, with sculpted gables and lace curtains; the black, the white splinter in the water. And so it is always water, dead water, iridescent water and gray water, alleys of water that do not end, canals guarded by dwellings like enormous dominos…” The […]

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Alexandra Berkova in B O D Y

“…and he coughs decorously and goes off decorously to his study. Where he decorously. Straightens. Some papers. Slowly. Carefully. Tap-ping them. To cut off the edges. It’s very important now. To the millimeter exactly. At the edge of the table. And we’re each of us alone again… Ah, yes: childhood! Land of terror…” From Alexandra […]

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Mirka Szychowiak in B O D Y

“Come, precious ones, let’s cry together before I go. I will be back with you as soon as I can. No, I won’t stay; they don’t want me here anymore. Władzia, dear, keep the peace, won’t you? Don’t let anybody hit Zosia. And please don’t fight amongst yourselves. I will miss you too…” From the […]

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