Here, translation unlocks stories from languages afar, people unknown yet familiar in voices that stun you and resonate with you. Here is your book of world stories
The Geyser— Drew Barth
The water in the middle of the ground already began to bubble as Dennis Pickett climbed down the basement stairs. He had only recently returned home from another series of errands, another series of…...
Toadstool— Apurba Kumar Saikia
Translated from the Assamese by Anindita Kar Where there is paddy there are weeds; a patch of pale pink mimosa flowers will always be interspersed by prickly grass burs. It is only the foul that makes…...
The Competent Aunt— Mannu Bhandari
Translated from the Hindi by Indrani Tuli It seemed like everyone was daunted by Sayani Bua's (Competent Aunt's) disciplined personality. The household ran with the precision of the machines which operated without a glitch. Everyone would get up…...
The River That Is Time— Bharati Balan
Translated from the Tamil by Dr. S. Vincent The river was massive, at least for us. But never did it flood or foam nor did it ever dash against the banks, just glided gently on. Without…...
Radiating the Incandescence: Reading Ahmed & Remembering Tagore
A book review by Modhura Banerjee IncandescenceAuthor: Mehreen AhmedNo. of pages: 406Published on June 7th, 2022 Incandescence written by Mehreen Ahmed is a parallel exploration into the conflicts and stasis of…...
Psyche— Mahmoud Yasien
Translated from the Urdu by Shams Afif Siddiqi "We are a psychic process which we do not control or only partly direct. Consequently, we cannot have any final judgment about ourselves or our lives. If we…...
Between Headlands— Marco Etheridge
He’s twenty-five, thirty feet above the wave-hardened sand, his fingers wrapped over a good knob, right hand reaching for another hold. Then the jug hold sheers clean from the sea stack. His left-hand snaps…...
A Feud In Suburbia— Dan Richardson
A hair-raising yowl. Then thump, thump, and thump. Then silence— for a second. Yes, there’s no denying that I was deliberately aiming my car at the cat. I think you’ll agree, it was justified. It all…...
Miwepa— Eva Taylor
Translated from the Italian by Olivia E. Sears The place where I was born has no name. Everybody simply called it Miwepa, which stood for Mitteldeutsche Wellpappenfabrik, and means something like 'The Central German Corrugated Cardboard…...