When is a translation not a translation? When it’s a version. Or “poems after.” I like that. They’re definitely after, as Dafydd ap Gwilym was writing poems seven centuries ago. Now Matthew Francis has written those new versions. He compares…
When is a translation not a translation? When it’s a version. Or “poems after.” I like that. They’re definitely after, as Dafydd ap Gwilym was writing poems seven centuries ago. Now Matthew Francis has written those new versions. He compares…
The whole world is my home. That subtitle sums up Weronika Kostyrko’s biography of Róża Luksemburg. She was the talk of the town. People came up to congratulate her parents in the streets of Warsaw. A woman, with a doctorate!…
What if sci-fi was more about how people – or creatures, or beings and machines – relate and connect and less about them killing each other? What if it was more a disquieting little spike of unlikelihood in the middle…
What does it feel like to be so far away from your own language that you can see it from the outside? What does dwelling in another language do to you, and to that language? What can you create in…
The Agla trilogy is over and I am feeling slightly bereft. I’d waited for a long stretch of holiday when there was nothing I HAD to read, for translating or editing, for book clubs, for work… I wanted to have…
The far north is cold, and to survive there, people cling together. But sometimes social pressure pushes them apart. That doesn’t stop Priita-Kaisa Seipäjärvi from trying, again and again, to be with the man she loves. There’s so much more…
Why has it taken me this long to find Lena Andersson? The way she writes how people – especially women – behave, think and feel is extraordinary. I felt seen, and it was not comfortable. I think I know people…
All I want for Christmas is a new translation, a new translation, a new translation. That doesn’t scan quite the same as “my two front teeth,” but if I say it often enough, will it happen? The Snowsinger could sing…
Ah, it’s summer, you’re fourteen and in love… isn’t that perfect? Except it’s 1986, and Chernobyl just exploded. Except the girl you’re in love with is having a hard time. Except you’re a girl too, and your parents are absolutely…