Here in Argentina people tell me, often enough that it’s a kind of refrain, that there’s no future for them in this country. Sometimes this takes the form of the plans they’re making – the qualification they’re working towards, the money...
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...
He made friends quickly, but he lost them too, often with much bitterness. It wasn’t that he was a narcissist, good only for first impressions. But he seemed to hold out the promise of something more than friendship, hold it out inadvertently. They expected...
