Dreamers Rise

The neighborhood where I grew up was built on a hill overlooking a small artificial lake, and at the summit of the hill, tucked into the woo...

I grew up in a community of eighty or so houses built on a hill leading up from a small man-made lake. In the winter you could see the lake ...

A friend of mine recommended this volume of short stories, by an author whose name was unknown to me, and although I'm perhaps not the e...

Satori Ediciones in Spain has published its second collection of translations into Spanish of the Japanese writer Izumi Kyōka (1873-1939)...

I started reading modern Japanese literature in Spanish translation because there were a couple of books I wanted to read that didn't ...

Chile, the slender nation that lies along the Pacific margins of South America, has faced more than its share of disasters, natural and ot...

For a while after I retired from teaching one of my former colleagues invited me back once a year to give a guest lecture at a summer semina...

A number of years ago, before the harbor was dredged and deepened and the entire surrounding district modernized to accommodate container sh...

The boats are returning to the harbor now, one by one, the reflection of their torches flaring across the water in the last moments of twili...

One warm August night, unable to remain asleep, I rose, dressed, and went outside, hoping that a walk by the water's edge would help cal...

It is absolutely necessary, for the peace and safety of mankind, that some of earth's dark, dead corners and unplumbed depths be let alo...