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Ruins in Reverse
Carlos Fonseca
‘I couldn’t remember the dates, so anything was possible.’
Fiction by Carlos Fonseca, translated by Megan McDowell.
Nobody Knows What They’re Doing
Camila Fabbri
‘In that instant my sisters were two animals about to work some shit out.’
Fiction by Camila Fabbri, translated by Jennifer Croft.
Wanjala
Estanislao Medina Huesca
‘Heriberto blamed Spain. He always did.’
Fiction by Estanislao Medina Huesca, translated by Mara Faye Lethem.
Vital Signs
Munir Hachemi
‘She smelled of liquor, and death, and veal.’
Fiction by Munir Hachemi, translated by Nick Caistor.
A Perfect Cemetery
Federico Falco
An excerpt from Federico Falco’s story collection A Perfect Cemetery.
Fat Bodies
Forsyth Harmon
‘Justine was at my lab table, pulling at the ends of her black bob, shoving her hair into her mouth.’
An excerpt from Justine, out with Tin House Books.
Creep
Caoilinn Hughes
‘She hadn’t been skiing since her master’s in Iceland, back when glaciers had some heft to them, though slackened and fast-diminishing as the legs of a retired cyclist.’
The High House
Jessie Greengrass
‘All those who might have lived instead of us are gone, or they are starving, while we stay on here at the high house, pulling potatoes from soft earth.’
Pretty Polly
Shinichi Hoshi
‘Compared to all of you, I’m not the handsomest guy or the smartest, which might’ve caused me all sorts of grief if I was a landlubber. But I spent my life at sea, so I got by.’
An Unnecessary Man
Maha Harada
‘I’d lived for half a century, but I had no sense of what that meant; no particular reaction.’
The Bookmobile
Kotaro Isaka
‘He told me he had quit his job the day after the earthquake and came out here with nothing but a sleeping bag.’
It Was a Dog
Amaryllis Gacioppo
‘She liked to eat until her thighs felt gelatinous and slick with sweat, and her stomach ballooned out, sore and firm as though she had drunk cement that had now set.’
