Insults
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« My ghost, we do no batshit »This article is available for Members only. Check out our subscription plans to become a member.
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On the untranslatability of Ukrainian jokes
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Beamer, Dressman, Bodybag
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On the unexpected joys of Denglisch, Berlinglish & global Englisch. « My own language, made camp. »
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Of human children & language children
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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.
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Skinned aliveThis article is available for Members only. Check out our subscription plans to become a member.
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Imagine your therapist assigned you to write your autobiography, after which you decided you were cured, so your therapist published it as revenge. Zeno’s Conscience turns 99.
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A sangre fríaThis article is available for Members only. Check out our subscription plans to become a member.
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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.
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Of Anders & KreuzwendedichThis article is available for Members only. Check out our subscription plans to become a member.
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On two tales of racial metamorphosis, salted or sugared, one hundred years apart.
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How to write; or, how to insultThis article is available for Members only. Check out our subscription plans to become a member.
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Shoulders were slapped, fingers pointed, hearts fired up. Perhaps a little scuffle broke out after class, a boisterous wrestling over insults exchanged. Nothing to be concerned about. Acquiring knowledge was,…
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Stupid illnesses called « childhood »
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An excerpt from I padri lontani / Distant Fathers (1987), the rediscovered memoir of Marina Jarre, available in English translation from New Vessel Press.
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Only stupidity is hereditary
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There sits a donkey before an open book, held between his forehooves in such a way that we can clearly see the pages. It is a family tree of sorts,…