Hadriana on the Lap of God
I died on the night of the most beautiful day of my life: I died on the night of my marriage in the church of Saint Philippe and Saint… More
Book of Minutes
I open the dresser drawer and find the definition of tenderness under the letter h: handkerchiefs with embroidered initials, lavender scent, well-pressed and folded in quarters, the way light… More
Captain Kidd
The art of the biographer consists specifically in choice. He is not meant to worry about speaking truth; he must create human characteristics amidst the chaos. More
The Payback
The chief secured their door with a padlock, put the key in his pocket, and signaled to the peasant driver to get moving. When they reached the bridge, silhouettes… More
On Translating Jean-Paul de Dadelsen
It was because I’d read and translated Kaddour’s poem that, when I saw a collection of Dadelsen’s work on a bookshop’s tiny poetry shelf, I picked it up, leafed… More
Selected Poems of Jean-Paul de Dadelsen
Women are wise. They never love except across us, love / The idiot, the pig and the coward hidden in us, love only / Our death / Which we… More
On Translating Matieu Caragiale
One of the central texts of Romanian literature, its singular, impossibly ornate Romanian weds so well to its decadent subject that asking the work to embrace English seems a… More
On Translating Antonio Tabbuchi
The book is a pastiche of literary, philosophical, and pop-culture references, all made by a dying man who is at times lucid, at times hallucinating. It’s a thrilling book… More
On Translating Vasily Kamensky
Approaching words as assemblages of letters, Kamensky employs the Futurist device of sdvig, or distortion, to inject modularity, pliability, and indeterminacy into the lexical field: by combining words, or… More