Swifts sleep, mate, eat and feed in the air. They cut the sky with their scythe tails, lay the clouds on blue fields in layers of ivory white. You need a shelter. Marked roads. Shepherds and machines to craft them to immaculate. Still, there are holes in your roofs and paths – and you can't [&hell
Sheridan Marshall: Christine, can you start by telling us about how all the diverse elements of your career – as an author, literary agent, and translator – fit together? Christine Koschmieder: First of all, they don’t! And this is why I am in the process of quitting agenting. I started out st
I like to think of the European Literature Network as a gathering place for friends, for all of us who care about the promotion and excellence of literature in translation. Which is why this month’s review of our Riveter magazines in the Times Literary Supplement made me smile.
‘Have you just been to FILIT?’ – I’m being asked upon boarding the train in Iaşi on 22 October. As I respond ‘yes’, my fellow traveller nods in a knowing way and doesn’t as much as blink when I add that I had attended the festival as a translator. There aren’t many literary festival
In Elena Ferrante’s brilliant My Brilliant Friend, the first of the Neapolitan Novels, main characters Lenù, Ada and Carmela learn not to look around after a few incidents with the boys in their rough and poverty-stricken neighborhood. Narrator Lenù explains, however, that in both their district
