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 . . .
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“A novel. Novella, I guess.”
“Yeah, it looks short. What is it, a hundred pages?”
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“And this—what. . .
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