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Translated by Natasha Wimmer
Natasha Wimmer translates from the Spanish. Her translations include Roberto Bolaño’s 2666, The Savage Detectives, Antwerp and Between Parentheses and Mario Vargas Llosa’s The Way to Paradise, The Language of Passion and Letters to a Young Novelist. She is currently translating a collection of Bolaño’s essays and will translate his novel The Third Reich.More about the translator →