The Literary Saloon pointed my attention to a profile of Hispabooks in El Pais’s Trans-Iberian. The Madrid-based publisher has already put out a fantastic selection of new Spanish writers, including the award-winning Marcos Giralt Torrente’s Paris, which was excerpted in B O D Y earlier this year. Unfortunately, the article brings in the tired “read […]
As Women in Translation Month continues and accompanied by a Q&A with translator Megan Berkobien on Spanish and Catalan women writers B O D Y republishes a bleak, atmospheric story from the archives by Uruguayan-born poet, novelist and short story writer Cristina Peri Rossi. “After Hours” is translated from the Spanish by Megan Berkobien.
Throughout August, Literalab will be asking writers, translators and publishers to comment on both the women writers from their own language they most appreciate having been translated into English as well as those they would most like to see make the leap. Megan Berkobien is a translator pursuing a Ph.D. in Comparative Literature from the […]
In 1999 Marcos Giralt Torrente’s novel Paris was the unanimous selection for Spain’s XVII Premio Herralde de Novela by a jury consisting of Roberto Bolaño, Salvador Clotas, Juan Cueto, Ester Tusquets, and the publisher Jorge Herralde. Last week Giralt Torrente won Italy’s prestigious book prize, the Premio Strega Europeo, for his third novel Tiempo de […]
“Upon passing the door to the master bathroom you make out a black reflection in the tub. You distract yourself by putting a bibelot face down in the children’s bedroom. Whispering death threats in the dolls’ ears in the playroom. You wind up climbing the stairs. Thirteen steps you’ve counted now, thirteen, that lead you […]
1. The Devil’s Workshop by Jáchym Topol (translated by Alex Zucker) Like my favorite book of the year before, my favorite book of 2013 delves into the ultimate horrors that man inflicts on his fellow man, but does so with a surplus of imagination, suspense and humor. Whereas Selvedin […]
“He had always had vague, artistic visions, that is to say, he was a daydreamer. Because of this, at the age of fifty he had no house of his own, no wife (she had divorced him and he couldn’t say that he didn’t understand why), no steady work.” Do you remember that feeling when you […]
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