As most of you know, Reading the World is a unique collaboration between independent booksellers and publishers to promote literature in translation. During the month of June (yes, it used to be May, but that’s one of the changes), bookstores across the country display works of literature in translation along with brochures and posters featuring the artwork of Peter Sís.
In order to make the program more effective and inclusive, we’re going to be instituting a few changes for year four. The big change is that the Reading the World 2008 list will be made up of 25 titles from 15 different publishers. So we’ll be adding on five new presses and streamlining the selections so that stores will be able to display all of the titles and interested readers will have a better chance of being able to read a majority of the books over the course of the year.
The list of RTW 2008 titles will be announced in November, and as alluded to above, Reading the World month will take place next June.
There are other ideas in the works, and we’ll be sure to post all the information as things are finalized.
Though far from the most convincing reason to read literature in translation, one common side effect is learning of another culture, of its history. Within that, and a stronger motivation to read, is the discovery of stories not possible within. . .
Despite cries that literature is dead, dying, and self-replicating in the worst way, once in a while a book comes along to remind readers that there’s still a lot of surprise to be found on the printed page. To be. . .
“I was small. And my village was small, I came to know that in time. But when I was small it was big for me, so big that when I had to cross it from one end to the other,. . .
A few weeks after moving into a farm house in the Welsh countryside, Emilie, an expatriate from the Netherlands, starts to think about her uncle. This uncle tried to drown himself in a pond in front of the hotel where. . .
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In Aira’s Shantytown, while we’re inside the characters’ heads for a good portion of the story, the voice we read on the page is really that of Aira himself, as he works out the plot of the book he’s writing.. . .
Noir is not an easy genre to define—or if it once was, that was a long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away; as a quick guess, maybe Silver Lake, Los Angeles, 1935. When two books as different as. . .
Some time ago I read this phrase: “The page is the only place in the universe God left blank for me.”
Pedro Mairal’s short novel The Missing Year of Juan Salvatierra is more about these blank spaces than the usual full. . .
“What if even in the afterlife you have to know foreign languages? Since I have already suffered so much trying to speak Danish, make sure to assign me to the Polish zone . . .”
So reads a typical aphoristic “poem”. . .
If you somehow managed to overlook the 2012 translation of Andrés Neuman’s breathtaking Traveler of the Century (and woe betide all whom continue to do so), you now have two exceptional works of fiction from the young Argentine virtuoso demanding. . .