I meant to write about this last week, but I’m an idiot and totally forgot. Although there’s not a lot of time left to take advantage of this, Archipelago Books is having a World Cup Special: for $90 you get a set of nine Archipelago titles by writers from the host and quarterfinal-qualifying countries, or for $35 you can choose three of the nine featured books.
Here are the nine titles that are part of this offer:
Argentina: Autonauts of the Cosmoroute by Julio Cortazar and Carol Dunlop, translated from the Spanish by Anne McLean
Brazil: Education by Stone by Joao Cabral de Melo Neto, translated from the Portuguese by Richard Zenith
Germany: Lenz by Georg Buchner, translated from the German by Richard Sieburth
Germany: The Novices of Sais by Novalis, translated from the German by Ralph Manheim
Germany: Selected Prose of Heinrich von Kleist, translated from the German by Peter Wortsman
The Netherlands: The Twin by Gerbrand Bakker, translated from the Dutch by David Colmer
Spain: Plants Don’t Drink Coffee by Unai Elorriaga, translated from the Basque by Amaia Gabantxo
South Africa: Voice Over: A Nomadic Conversation with Mahmoud Darwish by Breyten Breytenbach
South Africa: Mafeking Road by Herman Charles Bosman
Overall, this is a great way to support Archipelago while getting a bunch of interesting books . . .
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