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Swimming Underwater

Merethe Lindstrøm

‘When I picture my childhood, it’s like I’m swimming underwater.’ Merethe Lindstrøm’s story is translated from the Norwegian by Marta Eidsvåg, and is the winner of Harvill Secker’s Young Translators’ Prize 2016.

Winnie and the Innocence of the World

Joost Zwagerman

‘This is how I became Winnie’s clandestine, outcast and utterly powerless guardian angel.’

I’ll Come Later Tomorrow

J.V. Foix

‘all in black, her arms raised in the air, their shadow sketching some malign bird I couldn’t recognize’

Two Poems

Grzegorz Wróblewski

‘Do you think I can get to heaven / with zero balance and a virus?’

Bastard Alias the Romantic

Yuri Herrera

‘Can you imagine what it would be like if instead of killing we cuddled?’

Torn Silk and Garlands of Garlic

Teffi

Teffi remembers the Armenian refugees in Novorossiisk during the Russian Revolution.

Ladivine

Marie NDiaye

‘We were hoping for a communion, and that communion never came.’

Reading Comprehension: Text No. 2

Alejandro Zambra

‘Which of the following famous phrases best reflects the meaning of the text?’

The Way of the Apple Worm

Herta Müller

‘The mother of the needle is the place that bleeds.’

The Fruit of My Woman

Han Kang

‘It was late May when I first saw the bruises on my wife’s body.’

Bezoar

Guadalupe Nettel

‘This was the morning I discovered the anatomy of a hair.’

Artichoke

Angélica Freitas

‘amelia, the real woman, / ran away with the bearded lady’

The Mother of All Sins

Hanan al-Shaykh

‘Loving life is the mother of all sins.’

To Zagreb

Yoko Tawada

‘You didn’t know where you wanted to end up, had never considered how much time you had left.’

Tomaž Šalamun: Two Poems

Tomaž Šalamun

‘Heads of saints fell off and / smashed the glassy cages. My voice smashed them.’

A Clean Marriage

Sayaka Murata

‘Frequency of sex since marriage: zero.’

From Site

Daisuke Yokota

‘The photograph we are left with and the memory of that time do not progress along the same time axes.’

Filling Up With Sugar

Yuten Sawanishi

‘The vagina was the first part of her mother’s body that turned to sugar.’

Eight Trains

Alberto Olmos

‘To go is always to go somewhere; returning, you return to nowhere. That’s the way it is.’

Foreigners

Daniel Gascón

‘Charles Barr had given me back an essay on The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance. He’d given me a good mark: probably thanks to my ten-year-old brother, who’d explained a sequence over the phone.’

Car Concentrate

Etgar Keret

‘Women mostly touch it tentatively with the backs of their hands.’

From the Past Comes the Storms

Andrés Felipe Solano

‘During the hottest months, the thermometer settles in at 100 degrees like a nonagenarian in a rocker – no one can make it move.’

Blazing Sun

Tatiana Salem Levy

‘It’s never easy to trade one love for another.’

Frogs

Mo Yan

‘Once the preposterous reality set in, we were overcome by sadness.’

My Heart

Semezdin Mehmedinović

‘Today, it seems, was the day I was meant to die.’

German Quasi-Story of Ulrika Thöus

Salvador Espriu

‘For hidden though they may be – and it is incontrovertible that they are – sooner or later the testicles will have to appear.’

Flying Towards a Country of Rain

Wang Yin

‘This endless ambivalence clings to me / it’s plagued me nearly all my days.’

God Bless You, 2011

Hiromi Kawakami

‘He had treated all of us on the same floor to ‘moving-in noodles’ as a symbol of good will and distributed packets of postcards, a level of formality you don’t see often nowadays.’

Gothic Night

Mansoura Ez Eldin

‘He wrote: they called it the city of eternal sun. Its sun set only after the last inhabitant slept, and rose before the first got up. They were all deprived of the night. They were not even aware of its existence.’

In the village of the mothers

Vénus Khoury-Ghata

‘The wells are kept for the use of the dead who splash the / walls with their silence’

Go, Japanese!

Kyoko Nakajima

‘On the boat none of them will know who will meet them where they go. This is the world, they say to themselves. There is no need to worry. And this part is true, as worry functions were never built in.’

Interview: Milan Kundera

Ian McEwan & Milan Kundera

'If you are a small nation, though, you do not make history. You are always the object of history.'