When the fog rises from the meadowsI’ll cut my skin opentwo threads beneath my collarboneI’ll let the white sea in I stab out my eyesno windows in the housebash my skull right inthen it snows and my brain freezes I hack my chest for funit rains and my heart gets wetI open my thick veinsand [&hel
Welcome to September’s #RivetingReviews. The exceptional heat of the summer, which in Europe is extending into the autumn, doesn’t seem to have burned away our reviewers’ critical skills, as we have a bumper crop of reviews for you this quarter. Not only that, but we have some bumper, feature-
This September is the tenth anniversary of World Kid Lit Month: the month to discover international and translated children’s and YA books. Our latest picks span the full age range of childhood and the whole spectrum of what children’s books can do: a board book about an intrepid, endlessly
Translation in Performance In his recent book, Himmelsstriche, Bernhard Malkmus takes us to the icy winds, shifting lights and infinite colours of the Northumbrian coast. Sometimes, he says, the cold clarity of the light here is like tinkling ice cubes, brought from the Highlands by the north wind.
Leylâ Erbil (1931–2013) was one of Türkiye’s major contemporary writers. In addition to her six published novels, she wrote poetry and short stories as well as critical essays. Erbil was known for her innovative literary style, particularly her punctuation (there is the ‘Leylâ sign’, a tr
The world becomes small, your breath sharpens and the stillness of the moment sits close around your ears. An inhale, a sharp crack, an exhale. From rooftops and windows, in Perfecting the Shot, Mathias Énard sits us next to an unnamed sniper, fighting in an unspecified war, in an unnamed country,
