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Palabras Errantes Latin American Literature in Translation

Palabras Errantes
King: Tribute to the King of Terror
A Winter’s Night Is a House
A Winter's Night Is a House

By Cecilia Eudave. Translated by Amy Beardall. español For Almudena Mora My darkest fears were confirmed on entering the house: there was an ancient chill to that place which sent shivers down my spine and I had to hold onto one of the flaking walls for support. That place was massive, so very big yet […]

The Rocky Creek
The Rocky Creek

By Nico Saraintaris. Translated by Jeremy Osner. español Arroyo Pedregoso, the rocky creek, runs along about forty kilometers of the Patagonian plateau, letting out into the Río Limay, in Neuquén province. Around the widest portion of its flow lies a town which takes its name from the river that cuts across it; that’s where I […]

The Game
The Game

By Patricia Esteban Erlés. Translated by Megan Berkobien. español I’m still in trouble. I hear the stirring of their voices in the stairwell as I lean out my bedroom’s half-closed door. My mother is sobbing quietly; my father raises his voice while speaking of that Swiss hospital where Doctor Ocampo recommended committing me. I hear his […]

The Peephole
The Peephole

By Abdón Ubidia. Translated by Alan Williams. español The door was tall and dark. The wood was rough. The panels were rectangular, the colour aged artificially. And in the centre, the peephole: a tiny chrome-plated tube with a lens at one end: a tiny wide-angle lens, which took in part of the staircase and both […]

The Islands
The Islands

By Marina Perezagua. Translated by Lucy Greaves. español The kids had been determined to buy an inflatable on the way to the beach. They chose the biggest one, a yellow circle that had rocks and a crab in relief. In its centre was a palm tree, also inflatable, two metres tall with long plastic leaves. […]

The Vultures
The Vultures

By Rodolfo Santullo. Translated by Will Carne. español The white paint fell in thick, round droplets, so large that they gave a faint reflection of George’s face. He ran the paintbrush over the wall and eyed the results with dissatisfaction, noting that the drops of paint trickling down the wall were as many as the […]

Seventy – seven
Seventy - seven

By Francisco Ortega. Translated by Ricardo Segreda. español August, 1995. Independencia, Santiago de Chile. She knew every sound in the house: the sluggish groan of pipes throughout the night, that continuous tapping of the plum branches, the terrace beams that swell with changes in temperature, the window frame after being caught by the first light […]

Duplicates
Duplicates

By David Roas. Translated by Peter Davies. español Well, the universe is everything, and if it’s expanding, someday it will break apart, and that will be the end of everything. What has the universe got to do with it?  You’re here in Brooklyn.  Brooklyn is not expanding! WOODY ALLEN, ANNIE HALL   In 1937, the […]

The Reading
The Reading

By Ariel Idez. Translated by Annie McDermott. español   Mad.  You’re all mad.  Did you know that?  Totally and utterly insane.  Hello – yes, I’m talking to you, every single one of you packed into this secret room. You’re mad, all of you.  Not me.  I’m not mad and I’m going to prove it. You […]

Man in the Mirror
Man in the Mirror

By Alexis Iparraguirre. Translated by Gabriel T. Saxton-Ruiz. español To Marco García Falcón   Monica wakes up late, after midday. She sits on the bed, kicks off the sheets with her sockless foot and yawns. The room smells of aged wood and coats that had been stored in the closetwith mothballs. She looks at herself […]

Pure Fiction Days
Pure Fiction Days

By Jorge Enrique Lage. Translated by George Henson. español Nothing touches her, except the air, but ever since I first saw her everything is about her. I can turn her into a description of long, blonde hair, faraway lips (the best lipstick, far lips, the commercial said), eyes I’ve not seen and a body whose […]

Good People
Good People

By Alberto Chimal. Translated by Slava Faybysh. español “People won’t be people when they hear this sound.” Battles, Atlas   The boxes arrived from Juarez at nine at night. They were shipped by land, which is always a bit worrisome because the violence there, in the North, is truly out of control—it causes problems on […]

Aerial Plants
Aerial Plants

By Pilar Adón. Translated by Lawrence Schimel. español Mrs. Milne hasn’t stopped limping and coughing since her difficult tumble down the stairs that took place two months back already. She insists on accusing the oldest residents. She even imagines one of them as the obvious culprit, because of giggles, winks, and a fascination in seeing […]

The Well
The Well

By Santiago Roncagliolo. Translated by Charlotte Coombe. español ‘You have to see it before you leave,’ said Wordsworth. ‘It’s certainly something not to be missed… That’s if you dare, of course.’ It was the early hours of the morning, the time when Wordsworth usually became pretty self-important; the time when it was just us bachelors […]

Smiles
Smiles

Written by Jorge Luis Cáceres. Translated by Paul Merchant. español David Trepaud cast a final glance over his diary, where he regularly noted down appointments with his patients, as he liked to term the clients who visited his office in the Alhambra building, on República del Salvador Avenue. He did this lying down on the […]

Editor’s Note – Derry Welcomes You
Editor’s Note – Derry Welcomes You

Written by Jorge Luis Cáceres. Translated by Cherilyn Elston. Hotel Dolphin, October 2015 My first encounter with the work of Stephen King was in the now defunct bookshop Studium, on 10 de agosto Avenue in Quito. When I was a kid, my Dad had a habit of taking me to the bookshop at the end […]