Dreamers Rise

Years ago, a friend from grad school and I decided to spend most of one summer rambling around rural New England on foot. Sergei had been bo...

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)...

In the spring and summer of 2007 I wrote a narrative entitled The Palace of the King of Night, described in its subtitle as "a novella...

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

Kyūsaku Yumeno was the pen name of a prolific Japanese writer who died in 1936 and whose work is apparently relatively little-known in the...

It's a bit disconcerting, perhaps, to reflect that the oldest story in this collection is now more than sixty-five years old. Gabriel ...

A number of years ago I was invited to deliver a lecture at a summer conference on ethnobotany at the University of Tokyo. It was not my fir...

(Found on the body of a partisan)* My Dearest M—, As you are no doubt aware, on the 12th day of this month the invading army, after an exten...

Just ahead of dawn the young sentry in the lobby of the interior ministry, bored and sleepy after yet another overnight shift alone, heard t...

Jeanette Winterson: Rumour has it that the inhabitants of this city walk on water. That, more bizarre still, their feet are webbed. Not...

All was quiet the next morning. There were a few heavy clouds along the horizon that he thought might portend a storm, but the next time he ...

At the beginning of the seventh week all communication with Z---- was broken off again, this time for three days. It resumed promptly and wi...

He was the last one left. Just before decamping the legionnaires loaded up the barrels of gunpowder that remained onto carts, piled on all t...

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...

It's been raining since morning. The day broke gray and cold, and the overnight mist off the lake, instead of burning off quickly as the...

Jorge Luis Borges had already made a name for himself, at least in Argentine literary circles, as a poet and essayist years before he turned...

It was nearing dusk as he descended the steps into the city, and in the distance he could see the first scattered lights coming on across th...