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translation of Here There Was Once a Country by Vénus Khory-Ghata by Marilyn Hacker

Marilyn Hacker, translation of Here There Was Once a Country, poems by Vénus Khoury-Ghata: A searing translation of the poems of a prolific Lebanese writer who has always straddled two cultures, the Arabic and the French. Hacker luminously brings to life Khoury-Ghata’s intimate, mysterious, and unique voice. (Oberlin)

Translations from the Irish

for Cathal Ó Searcaigh, granted one wish by the fairy youth, wants nothing, so help me, but one dropdead kiss from the youth, but how can he forget Jack Nolan who wished away Death for all mankind, Falcarragh’s     own Jack Nolan whose uncharacteristically generous wish trapped Death in his fisherman’s duffle, a large-hearted wish…

from Translations

Translations is set in a hedge-school, a kind of ad hoc classical academy, in an Irish-speaking community in County Donegal. It is late August 1833, and at this time the British Army is conducting the first Ordnance Survey of Ireland. The two short extracts that follow are from the first half of Act Two. Lieutenant…

Siavash Saadlou

Siavash Saadlou is a Pushcart Prize-nominated writer and literary translator whose short stories, essays, and works of translation have appeared in the American Literary Review, Southeast Review, Massachusetts Review, and New England Review, among other journals. His writing has received support from Vermont Studio Center, and he is the winner of the 2024 McNally Robinson Booksellers Creative Nonfiction Prize, the…

Book Recommendations from Our Former Guest Editors

Charles Baxter recommends Question 7, by Richard Flanagan (Knopf, 2023). “A brilliant mix of memoir and both personal and social history, this book manages to say something new about the atom bomb, Leo Szilard, colonialism in Tasmania, and the author’s near-death experience, with all these strands braided together in a formal way that Sebald himself might have…

Malpensa

Freya feels glamorous, commanding, when she exits a plane. In Brussels, in Burbank, arrival feels strong. She likes to be on her feet again, reclaiming the atmosphere, the world at eye level. The person you envision waiting is the one who matters most. The people she sees, even now, are her parents. Not the boyfriends…

Mercy

What they did to Eddie the night he overdosed was put tubes up his nose and needles in both arms and then roll him into a room in the hospital where machines made dull roaring noises, and he had to hear the hissing inhalations from other bodies in other beds. It was not even quiet….