Category: Other

“As a translator I remain outside the container, in that the novel remains the brainchild of a fellow writer. It is liberating in that I don’t have to fabricate anything. But I am bound to a preexisting text, and thus aware of a greater sense of responsibility. There is nothing to invent but everything to…

If I were to make one confession about my library, it would be this: there are more unread books on my shelves than those that have been read. The books that haven’t been cracked open or dog-eared over the last few years have never stopped me from adding to my collection, or from borrowing books…

I am not sure what it is about this time of year, but I find myself gravitating towards my short fiction collection when it comes time to pick my next read. I often pull a few books from these shelves and read the first five pages of each to see which one will lure me…

At the age of twenty, I moved into my own place and brought a kitten, Gertrude, with me, who I had adopted two weeks prior to that big day, all of my belongings, and my collection of about three-hundred books. I packed them, carried them up four flights of stairs with the help of my…

It’s a strange feeling, one that makes you think that there’s something off, you’re not yourself. It’s a discomfort, a disconnect, being lost while not really being lost at all. Just as you can feel a cold coming on, the sniffles, the droopy eyes, the soreness in your throat, I can feel this “reader’s block”…

Before I sit down to write this, I make myself a cup of tea. I remove a tea bag from a small wooden box with a design on the side that looks like it may be an illustration from a Dickens novel, on another side, there is a large shamrock: Irish Breakfast tea. The mug…