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To Rio de Janeiro
Gonçalo M. Tavares
‘In the end, what one understands in Rio de Janeiro is that joy is the only coherence of a living being.’
To Zagreb
Yoko Tawada
‘You didn’t know where you wanted to end up, had never considered how much time you had left.’
Numb
Lauren Schenkman
‘She felt things under the skin: scars where the body had torn during childbirth, clumps of cellulite, lobules and ducts.’
Look Out, Narendran!
Subha
A madman is dead set on blowing up the Taj Mahal, and there’s only one pair of detectives who can stop him. Tamil Pulp Fiction at its best.
Performance Art
Manjula Padmanabhan
‘A single pod of cardamom! Was that enough? To flavour an entire life’s pot of time?’
The Ferryman Is Dead
Saša Stanišić
Here, more die than are born. There’s a refrigerator at the bottom of the lake. The ferryman is dead. No one is coming to take his place.
The Argentine Episcopate
Bernard Quiriny
‘I started working for the Bishop of San Julián in 1939, not long after the death of my husband.’
Zoraida
Tanya Rey
‘Desire was a slapping, bone-chilling wind the likes of which did not exist this close to the equator.’
Jill
Darcey Steinke
‘I had a new persona I’d been planning to introduce the first day of school: a girl wise beyond her years who was not at all nerdy or spastic or prone to crying jags.’
