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 White Masks
by Elias Khoury
Don’t ask me why, but whenever I see the word “dreadful,” the word “wonderful” springs to mind. [More]
 Gasoline
by Quim Monzó
As he peels one, Heribert thinks that the shell of a shrimp isn’t all that different from the shell of a cockroach. [More]
 Fado
by Andrzej Stasiuk
All these places and events are without exception banal. They could have happened to anyone else and in any other location. [More]
 In Sfax
by Jean-Philippe Toussaint
I no longer know exactly how this strange premonition came about, but I was certain I was going to die on this trip to Tunisia. [More]
 dona malva and senhor josé ferreiro
by valter hugo mãe
dona malva had prayed so fervently that her dead husband would come back, she’d wished for this so passionately, that she started hearing voices coming from the attic one night. [More]
Bulbjerg
by Naja Marie Aidt
You try the gentle way; I do it rough. In the end, I shake him hard and yell that he’d better relax now, and if not we’ll just have to leave him there where he can bawl his eyes out until the buzzard comes and gets him. [More]
 Purge
by Sofi Oksanen
There was nothing but UFOs, old men, and dim-witted hooligans around here anymore. [More]
 The Black Minutes
by Martín Solares
Today he had the impression he was entering another reality, the epicenter of fear. [More]
 The Dead Republic
by Roddy Doyle
I’d cycled every inch of every lane of this county. I’d lobbed bombs from most of the ditches. Bullets had slowed me down, but nothing had ever stopped me. [More]
 In a Dark Wood
by Marcel Möring
In the evening he stands in the kitchen holding a cauliflower in his hand, staring at it as Hamlet stared at Yorick’s skull, and as the water comes to the boil and the steam clouds the window, he shakes his head and drops the vegetable into the bin. [More]
 Confessions of an Ex-Doofus-ItchyFooted Mutha
by Melvin Van Peebles
Go … go go that’s all I knew. [More]
 Eaarth: Making a Life on a Tough New Planet
by Bill McKibben
Global warming is no longer a philosophical threat, no longer a future threat, no longer a threat at all. It's our reality. [More]
 Funeral for a Dog
by Thomas Pletzinger
Turn on the music, meu amigo, says Felix, make it louder, there's something to celebrate, Svensson's here! I say: I guess I am, but where are we actually going? [More]
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 Jesus Boy
by Preston L. Allen
“All the vices known to man, you is doin ’em-AH. You smokin-AH, drinkin-AH, womanizin-AH. Some of you even manizin-AH. Stay with me now-AH. Yes! You sodomizin-AH. But you foolin yourself thinkin God ain’t lookin-AH. But Oh-AH!—” [More]
 Joe Speedboat
by Tommy Wieringa
They’re sure Speedboat is the one making the bombs. Not that they’ve ever caught him at it, but there were never any explosions before he came, and now suddenly there are. [More]
 Ilustrado
by Miguel Syjuco
When the author's life of literature and exile reached its unscheduled terminus that anonymous February morning, he was close to completing the controversial book we’d all been waiting for. [More]
.jpg) Storms of My Grandchildren
by James Hansen
Planet Earth, creation, the world in which civilization developed, the world with climate patterns that we know and stable shorelines, is in imminent peril. [More]
 Holding Company
by Major Jackson
She was light as a shadow. I wanted
to know her better than the rest
before me. [More]
 Eclipse of the Sunnis: Power, Exile, and Upheaval in the Middle East
by Deborah Amos
It was easy to believe, as we watched U.S. President Barack Hussein Obama stride across the stage at Cairo University on June 4, 2009 that a new era was about to begin between the United States and the Middle East. [More]
 Wildlives
by Monique Proulx
In the smoke, Laurie’s face would be sure to come floating in, and he could speak to her wide doe-eyes without fear of her turning her back on him as she did in real life, he could test the arguments he would use to convince her the next time he saw her. [More]
 The Patience Stone
by Atiq Rahimi
A little girl is crying. She is not in this room. Perhaps she’s next door. Or in the passage. [More]
 Poems
by Roger Sedarat
“Can you tell me why a man of my stature should even bother
listening to some inconsequential hack? You bark like a puppy dog
of that greater bitch, Salman Rushdie.” [More]
 Orange is the New Black
by Piper Kerman
Because it was stuffed with drug money, I was more concerned than one might normally be about lost luggage. [More]
 Almost Dead
by Assaf Gavron
I climbed aboard the Little No. 5 as I did every morning on my way to work. [More]
 Homesick
by Eshkol Nevo
It can’t go on like this. There’s the smell of breaking up in the air of the apartment, like the smell of potatoes cooking. [More]
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