Los últimos meses me han dejado claro cuán poco yo realmente entiendo mis sentimientos en el momento pasajero que los siento. Me he llevado con calma la cuarentena y la repentina transformación del mundo, pero cada vez que el gobierno flexibiliza las medidas y puedo...
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...
At the start of Levrero’s novel The City his protagonist leaves the house to buy groceries and, lost in the rain, flags down a truck. The next two chapters carry him further and further away from his original intention. (The first two chapters are here.) 3. When...
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...
