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PEN Appeal: Lydia Cacho

June 15, 2009 Lic. Félix González Canto Gobierno del Estado de Quintana Roo. Administración 2005 - 2011 Palacio de Gobierno. Av. 22 de Enero No. 001 Col. Centro. C.P. 77000. Chetumal, Quintana Roo,… More

PEN Appeal: Eliseo Barrón Hernández

June 15, 2009 Lic. Felipe De Jesús Calderón Hinojosa Presidente de los Estados Unidos Mexicanos Residencia Oficial de los Pinos Casa Miguel Alemán Col. San Miguel Chapultepec, C.P. 11850, Distrito Federal, México Fax: (+ 52… More

Buried Child

I haven’t got anything under the sofa! Now mind your own damn business! Jesus God, you come into the house outa the middle of nowhere, haven’t heard or seen… More

Marie Étienne: King of a Hundred Horsemen

Translated from the French by Marilyn Hacker, who received the 2009 PEN Award for Poetry in Translation. Preface by Marilyn HackerMarie Étienne has always composed poetry and prose alternately or simultaneously,… More

Marie ??tienne: King of a Hundred Horsemen

Translated from the French by Marilyn Hacker Marilyn Hacker received the 2009 PEN Award for Poetry in Translation. Preface by Marilyn Hacker Marie Étienne has always composed poetry and prose alternately… More

Death In Venice

All novels are translations, even in their original languages. This has been revealed to me over time, as I’ve worked with the various dedicated (and inevitably underpaid) people who… More

King of a Hundred Horsemen

Dans mon enfance, j’avais appris a courir vite autour/ des tables./ Plus je courais, moms je me faisais prendre./ Les Père Noel exacts venaient jusqu’aux tropiques, ils/ m’apportaient des… More

The Road

Everything damp. Rotting. In a drawer he found a candle. No way to light it. He put it in his pocket. He walked out in the gray light and… More