‘I want to tell you everything,’ he said. ‘You’ll understand.’
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‘My name is Javier Cercas, just like you.’
‘I want to tell you everything,’ he said. ‘You’ll understand.’
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‘The anglophone world, we have to infer, has run out of words for its own feelings.’
Daisy Hildyard on the wisdom of scarecrows.
‘What is the read receipt for?’
Lillian Fishman on texting, power and the ethics of leaving a friend on read.
‘Like pretty much everyone who uses the internet, I have seen many terrible things that I did not search for and that I cannot unsee.’
Rosanna McLaughlin on what the internet thinks she wants.
‘I have a pathological addiction to the internet, which I indulge with the excuse of making art. It rarely translates to anything good and mostly leaves me overstimulated and afraid.’
Paul Dalla Rosa on excess and the internet.
‘rumors of bees on speedwell, / no oxidative stress just / effortless pollination’
Two poems by Sylvia Legris.
Javier Cercas is the author of three novels: Soldiers of Salamis, which won the 2005 Independent Foreign Fiction Prize, The Speed of Light and The Tenant & The Motive. ‘Agememnon’s Truth’ is taken from the collection La verdad de Agamenón: crónicas, artículos, ensayos y un cuento.
More about the author →Anne McLean has translated writings by, among others, Julio Cortázar, Tomás Eloy Martínez and Carmen Martín Gaite. Her translations of Soldiers and Salamis, The Speed of Light and The Tenant & The Motive by Javier Cercas are published by Bloomsbury.
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‘He takes the knife, cuts the barb from the body, sends it back to the depths of the river.’
An extract from Not a River by Selva Almada, translated by Annie McDermott.
‘The past is no longer behind me but in front.’
An extract from About Ed by Robert Glück.
‘How do we imagine the past of those we love?’
Arthur Asseraf on family and fractured memories.
‘you notice / that some of these men / are full of passionate music / while others pain your ears’
Poetry by Elvis Bego.
‘The place we come from, the place we call home, is the home of our suffering.’
Jamaica Kincaid talks about finding her way to writing.
‘It is time, now, for Karl to break down with his confession that I am a slow-burning fuse in his loins. A hair trigger. I am a name he cannot silence. A dream that never burst.’
Fiction by Louise Erdrich.
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