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PEN Appeal: Alejandro Carrascal Carrasco

February 9, 2010 Presidente de la República del Perú Dr. Alan García Pérez Jr. de la Unión S/N 1ra. Cuadra Cercado de Lima, Lima, Peru Fax: +51 1 311 3940 Ministro de Justicia Dr.… More

It’s Time to Mow the Flowers

It’s Time to Mow the FlowersIt’s time to mow the flowers, don’t procrastinate. Fetch the sickles, come, don’t spare a single tulip in the fields. The meadows are in bloom: who has ever seen such… More

Two-Tongued Tale

Some years ago, I began hearing voices, my own to be precise. It started with a scream. No, I’m not delusional. This is how it happened. Having had a… More

On Title and Talk

In translating Robert Musil’s The Man without Qualities, Sophie Wilkins and I had great trouble finding equivalents for the infinitely subtle and nuanced gradations of title and talk in… More

Book Groups See Progress on Patriot Act

The Campaign for Reader Privacy today declared that progress is being made in the fight to restore the safeguards for the privacy of bookstore and library records that were… More

Autopsy Reports

Hi, I’m __________________. I am reading excerpts from a series of autopsy and death reports of detainees who died in U.S. custody in Iraq and Afghanistan.Autopsy Number: AO3-51.Date of… More

Imprisoned Journalist’s Family Dies in Accident

International PEN sends its deepest condolences to the imprisoned journalist and human rights activist Dilmurod Saidov (Sayyid), whose wife and daughter, aged 6, were killed in a car accident… More

The Private Lives of Trees

Verónica was studying for an Art degree—she was in her second year—when Daniela arrived and threw everything off course.Anticipating the pain was her way of experiencing it—a young pain… More

A Selection of Free-verse Poems

DuskBroken, bare, solitary, lost, an old treecrouches in the desert’s foreboding silence, its thousand-mile starefixed on the departure of a shade:and the moment the crow returns to its nest—worn-out, bearingsorrow to those… More