You see the house and its time, the house and the house alone, though your secrets, your fears and silences still exist there, locked away behind the denseness of the closed doors and shuttered windows, your fears and silences desperate for an opening to escape a winter that seems eternal, to leave…
40 years of Granta
Nothing to see here!
Peace Shall Destroy Many
Blue Sky Days
Vladimir in Love
What made him do what he did? Could it have all been for an ice cream bar, really? Will any of us ever know? What made him do what he did? Could it have all been for an ice cream bar, really? Will any of us ever know?
Translated by Jethro Soutar
Jethro Soutar is a writer and translator of Spanish and Portuguese. He is co-editor of The Football Crónicas, a collection of translated short-form writing from Latin America, and a co-founder of Ragpicker Press. His recent translations include Juan Tomás Ávila Laurel’s Arde el monte de noche (By Night the Mountain Burns) and Frei Beto’s Hotel Brasil, published in English under the same title.More about the translator →