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Yu Xiang’s “I Can Almost See the Clouds of Dust” 15 Aug 2013 | 09:01 am
Yu Xiang’s poems are the poetic equivalent of shoegazer rock. She takes the mundane—a whiff of cigarette smoke, a falling leaf, a housefly—and stares at it so intently that it splits open to reveal so...
Join WWB for its Tenth Anniversary Gala 13 Aug 2013 | 09:01 pm
Words without Borders invites our readers to join us for our Tenth Anniversary Gala on October 29, 2013 from 6-9 PM, at Tribeca Three Sixty in New York City. Ticket information can be found on our Eve...
“The Infinite Sequence of Minute Decisions”: An Editor at the BCLT Translation Summer School 10 Aug 2013 | 01:20 am
I spent a rapt and giddy week last month at the British Center for Literary Translation’s summer school, housed at the lagomorphiliac University of East Anglia in Norwich. (I’d heard that the UEA camp...
Vsevolod Nekrasov’s “I Live I See” 1 Aug 2013 | 06:01 pm
In I Live I See, translators Ainsley Morse and Bela Shayevich have collected and translated hundreds of poems by the late Russian poet Vsevolod Nekrasov for his belated but welcome debut in English. ...
Introduction: Writing from Brazil 1 Aug 2013 | 09:10 am
How does a Brazilian write? How should a writer respond to a country as full of variety and stories as Brazil? And what do we in the Anglophone world know about Brazilian culture today? As you might e...
Four Short Tales 1 Aug 2013 | 09:09 am
Plan Find out what is the best-paid line of work. Do a cram course. Sit the university entrance exam in that field. Be top of the class. Get a job. Plug away, single-mindedly, until I have amassed twe...
Natanael 1 Aug 2013 | 09:08 am
II When Natanael arrived, the first thing he wondered was, “Am I in the right place?” The taxi driver could not understand why my friend wanted to get out at that spot on the riverside road. Now Nat...
Becoming Ishmael 1 Aug 2013 | 09:07 am
Becoming Ishmael in Moby Dick, whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth, whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul, it is time to take to sea. And armed with next to nothing, just ...
Mermaid in Earnest 1 Aug 2013 | 09:06 am
the cruelest part was that as beautiful as much as her features flaunted a genetic pedigree of bonafide aristocracy and her hands deftly wielded needlework and roast chickens and her tresses attested ...
from “All Dogs are Blue” 1 Aug 2013 | 09:05 am
Why do all crazy people have the same paranoias? They’re always being followed by a secret agent. The CIA is nearly always involved. My own case (swallowing a chip) was only possible thanks to the CIA...
