"Sweets to the sweet."
What sort of cake would the Bard have loved for his birthday? Rum cake and Juliet? A Midsummer Night’s Cream Cake? Julius Cake-sar? As you like it!
Happy 450th birthday, William Shakespeare!
"Literature was not born the day when a boy crying ‘wolf, wolf’ came running out of the Neanderthal valley with a big gray wolf at his heels; literature was born on the day when a boy came crying ‘wolf, wolf’ and there was no wolf behind him."
Happy 115th birthday, Vladimir Nabokov!
1899 – 1977
“The enemy in question is the Lord’s Resistance Army, Ugandan rebels driven over the border years ago… . There must be a few hundred of them left. Go find them down there.”
In 2011, writer Jonathan Littell spent time among the Uganda People’s Defense Forces, the enemies of the LRA who had Joseph Kony at their head. From our current issue, find out more.
“The stone ox from the opposite bank crossed the river one night to graze the Blogs family’s wheat.”
Stone oxes, disappearing oxes, several deaths, and a flood: in our current issue, don’t miss this Grimm-like story from Chinese author Sun Yisheng, translated by Nicky Harman.
4: But the clothes should not be too anonymous.
2: They must not be so anonymous that they stick out in their anonymity.
"The sheet of paper fell (…) so I bent down and picked it up."
Learn what can happen in a set of parentheses in this story by Prabda Yoon. Translated from the Thai by Mui Poopoksakul, from our current issue.
“Ultimately, literature is nothing but carpentry. With both you are working with reality, a material just as hard as wood.”
Gabriel García Márquez has just passed away at the age of 87.
1927 - 2014
“Each language sees the world differently, inventing its entire vocabulary from its own perspective and weaving it into the web of its grammar in its own way.”
Read Nobel winner Herta Müller’s unforgettable speech about “the space between languages,” commissioned into ten languages especially for the April Asymptote—just released yesterday!