The Equestrian Turtle and Other Poems – César Moro
Through a surrealist style, the poet plunges us into the complexities of a homoerotic love and into the depths of his symbolism.
A Prague Flâneur – Vítězslav Nezval
Prague surpasses its “practical necessity” and expands into a dynamic host for memories
We Are Green and Trembling – Gabriela Cabezón Cámara
Erauso is the stranger in this world and he, the conquistador, becomes a subject in the dominion of this new world
My Heavenly Favorite — Lucas Rijneveld
As a reader, to spend so much time with this man’s mind is troubling. Still, the rhythmical intensity of Rijneveld’s prose is so striking, the reader can’t help being captivated by this disturbed yet poetic man. As uncomfortable as it is to admit, there is pleasure in his company.
Lili Is Crying – Hélène Bessette
Absent mothers beget resentment or yearning in their daughters; overpresent mothers make their hearts fester.
To conquer the infinitude of all things was the goal of Italian writer Giovanni Papini, who, in aid of this task, dedicated his life to embracing the various avant-garde intellectual movements that flashed through Italy in the first half of the 20th century.
Baglin catalogues those small psychological adjustments that are as important to learn as Point-of-Sale technology or managerial abbreviations if one wants to stay afloat in the modern workplace.
Set Change — Yuri Andrukhovych
A land of constant instability and change, Andrukhovych’s poetic world is simultaneously hopeless — the future is uncertain, cut short — and teeming with the hope of a reclaimed past, which is never out of reach.
Living in Your Light — Abdellah Taïa
“There is no more animosity now,” Malika thinks, “We are equals.” Through this queer experience, Malika is not led to a new identitarian category (like zamel), but rather is able to disrupt the normative power imbalance between colonizer and colonial subject — at least for a moment.
I Gave You Eyes and You Looked Toward Darkness – Irene Solà
Solà’s latest novel asks you to follow her across the line between the living and the dead, to hold fascism and goat husbandry together with light slanting across a kitchen floor.