They are everything I love in books. They are translations. They offer up the promise of excitement and foreign destinations.
I love the feeling I get when I'm reading a book written originally in another language. Sometimes I can almost hear the echo of the original story.
So I started the trilogy Your Face Tomorrow by Javier Marias. And then I started it again. And again. And again.
I don't understand why they won't work for me.
Senselessness by Horacio Castellanos Moya. Loved it.
Ghosts, An Episode in the Life of A Landscape Painter, and How I Became a Nun by Cesar Aira. Fantastic.
War by Candlelight, and Lost City Radio by Daniel Alarcon. Great.
Roberto Bolano, Jose Saramago, Javier Sierra, Alina Bronsky, Elena Ferrante, Robin Yassin-Kassab, Mohammed Hanif to name a few others.
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