You’re not going to believe this, but last night, at about 4 a.m., I saw a movie on TV that could have been my biography or my autobiography or a summary of my days on this bitch of a planet. It scared me so fucking shitless I tell you I just about fell off my chair.
Top Reads 2020
Qualities of Earth
‘The slutty ingenuity of vegetables when it comes to desire and reproductive methods is a marvel.’
Rebecca May Johnson negotiates allotment culture.
The Second Career of Michael Riegels
‘Globalisation is incomplete: money can go anywhere, but laws cannot.’
Oliver Bullough on one of Britain’s most contested outposts: the British Virgin Islands.
Learning to Sing
‘You discover during your very first lessons that the problem of singing better involves overcoming many other problems you had not ever imagined.’
A new story from Lydia Davis.
‘She began to count; it was easier this way, counting, because she would not have to remember how she felt.’
An excerpt from Ukamaka Olisakwe’s Ogadinma.
‘Like any desert, I learn myself by what’s desired of me—
and I am demoned by those desires.’
From Postcolonial Love Poem by Natalie Diaz.
Translated by Chris Andrews
Chris Andrews teaches at Western Sydney University in Australia. He has translated various books of fiction from Spanish to English, including César Aira’s Ghosts, Rodrigo Rey Rosa’s Severina, Marcelo Cohen’s Melodrome, and Roberto Bolaño’s Distant Star, which won the Valle Inclán Prize in 2005. He is the author of two critical studies: Poetry and Cosmogony: Science in the Writing of Queneau and Ponge and Roberto Bolaño’s Fiction: An Expanding Universe.More about the translator →