La pandemia nos permite ver otro lado de cosas que dimos por hecho. A veces la sensación es de ver el mundo más claramente, como ver la cara en la luz despiadada de un nuevo ascensor; a veces parece más una inversión del orden antiguo, los placeres de ayer volviéndose...
More than most artists, each of Fiona Apple’s albums seems to exist on its own. Partly it’s that a gap of years separates each one, so that it inhabits its own niche in time; partly it’s that Apple finds a different approach each time. The elegant...
The protagonist and the woman get to spend some time alone in this fourth chapter. 4. I expected her gaze to be lowered, expectant or fearful, but when I turned towards the woman I saw her eyes fixed on me, with a fiery expression of reproach. She opened her lips to...
This third chapter of Levrero’s novel only carries the protagonist further away from where he wants to be. (Chapters one and two are here and here.) 3. When I opened my eyes I realised that the sun had already risen. I observed my travelling companions. The...
This is my translation of the first two chapters of Mario Levrero’s novel The City. The protagonist lives in a perverse universe where nothing he does produces the outcome he expects and his choices keep leading him further and further from home. By his own...
