So, as you’ve probably noticed, with the announcement of the 2013 BTBA Fiction Longlist we’ve started running our annual Why This Book Should Win series featuring each of the 25 longlisted books and providing reasons why they should win.
Well, we do have a number titles that still need someone to champion them. So if you’re interested in writing any of these up, just let me know. First come, first serve, with one qualification—I need these very, very, very quick. Like, by last week sort of quick. If you’re still game, just email me at chad.post [at] rochester.edu.
Here are the titles we still need covered:
The Planets by Sergio Chejfec
The Colonel by Mahmoud Dowlatabadi
Atlas by Dung Kai-Cheung
Kite by Dominique Eddé
Basti by Initzar Husain
Mama Leone by Miljenko Jergović
My Struggle: Book One by Karl Knausgaard
With the Animals by Noëlle Revaz
Joseph Walser’s Machine by Gonçalo Tavares
Island of Second Sight by Albert Vigoleis Thelen
Dublinesque by Enrique Vila-Matas
Transit by Abdourahman Waberi
Just let me know which of these you love and would like to write up for us . . .
The opening of Jón Gnarr’s novel/memoir The Indian is a playful bit of extravagant ego, telling the traditional story of creation, where the “Let there be light!” moment is also the moment of his birth on January 2nd, 1967. Then. . .
Mahasweta Devi is not only one of the most prolific Bengali authors, but she’s also an important activist. In fact, for Devi, the two seem to go together. As you can probably tell from the titles, she writes about women. . .
The prolific Spanish author Benito Pérez Galdós wrote his short novel, Tristana, during the closing years of the nineteenth century, a time when very few options were available to women of limited financial means who did not want a husband.. . .
Pedro Zarraluki’s The History of Silence (trans. Nick Caistor and Lorenza García) begins with the narrator and his wife, Irene, setting out to write a book about silence, itself called The History of Silence: “This is the story of how. . .
There are plenty of reasons you can fail to find the rhythm of a book. Sometimes it’s a matter of discarding initial assumptions or impressions, sometimes of resetting oneself. Zigmunds Skujiņš’s Flesh-Coloured Dominoes was a defining experience in the necessity. . .
In a culture that privileges prose, reviewing poetry is fairly pointless. And I’ve long since stopped caring about what the world reads and dropped the crusade to get Americans to read more poems. Part of the fault, as I’ve suggested. . .
I would like to pose the argument that it is rare for one to ever come across a truly passive protagonist in a novel. The protagonist (perhaps) of Three Light-Years, Claudio Viberti, is just that—a shy internist who lives in. . .
The last five days of the eleventh-century Icelandic politician, writer of sagas, and famous murder victim Snorri Sturleleson (the Norwegian spelling, Snorre, is preserved in the book) make up Thorvald Steen’s most recently translated historical fiction, The Little Horse. Murdered. . .
We all know Paris, or at least we think we know it. The Eiffel Tower. The Latin Quarter. The Champs-Élysées. The touristy stuff. In Dominique Fabre’s novel, Guys Like Me, we’re shown a different side of Paris: a gray, decaying. . .
One hundred pages into Birth of a Bridge, the prize-winning novel from French writer Maylis de Kerangal, the narrator describes how starting in November, birds come to nest in the wetlands of the fictional city of Coca, California, for three. . .