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A story about danger. « She wondered when he was going to ask her where she was going. »
« Eylül adamın ‘ne tarafa gidiyorsun’ diye sormasını bekledi »
Mission: Impossible and Eurocentric stunts, from Hollywood to Hong Kong. What does an action movie want to be?
Fernanda Melchor’s prose hits you square in the face, but its lyricism works differently in Spanish. On Veracruzano modernism, lyrical slang, and worlds so new that style falls apart.
The first word I ever wrote was stsikukha: « pisser ». This is how my nanny Frosya called me to my face. On poetry and pathos in a bastard tongue.
You could tell the US army had arrived because the local garages had sold out of whiskey. Old maps, new wars & vanishing memories along the Polish-Ukrainian border.
« He rolled down the window, went back to honking the horn, and started waving my underpants out the window. »
« What happened was that we were driving on the highway from Izola towards Koper when we saw a drummer on the side of the road. So I immediately drove to the side of the road and reversed my car and asked if I could take some pictures. »
New short fiction from the author of Autumn, Winter, Spring, and Summer. A story about what’s ours and what’s not ours.