It’s not that I’ve forgotten his face, more that it changes each day inside my head, like lava from a constantly erupting volcano that cannot settle into a definite shape. One day, a dense fringe of hair covering his forehead is his most prominent feature. On the next, it is his baboon’s snout…
Longreads for the Lockdown
Doctors, solitude and the stones within us – for fiction about isolation, it has to be Haruki Murakami. Translated from the Japanese by Jay Rubin.
Plague Diary: March
‘Things have changed without seeking permission.’ A plague diary of this March, by Gonçalo M. Tavares, translated from the Portuguese by Daniel Hahn.
‘Our view of the morning’s entertainment was restricted by the width of the door frame.’ Bruce Chatwin writes about his imprisonment during a coup in Benin.
The Leech Barometer
‘A leech bodes this: you will, sooner or later, overflow yourself. ’ Rebecca Giggs on leeches and the borders of the human body.
The Lost Performance of the High Priestess of the Temple of Horror
‘Her eyes fluttered open and I felt like I was at the edge of the mouth of a cave, with every intention of jumping in.’ For pure escapism, lose yourself in the nineteenth-century Paris of Carmen Maria Machado.
Translated by Nick Caistor
Nick Caistor is a British translator of works in Spanish, French and Portuguese. He lived in Argentina for a number of years, and was the BBC Latin America analyst. He has translated more than seventy works of fiction, including those of authors such as Isabel Allende, Roberto Arlt, Mario Benedetti, Julio Cortázar, María Dueñas, Fogwill, Juan Marsé, Eduardo Mendoza, Juan Carlos Onetti and José Saramago.More about the translator →