Marina Porras
Josef Kučera
There was a rippling pond and the croaking of frogs / and various birds anas crecca, / there was the tingling of sand on the Borecké Rocks / and the cracking of pinecones
Books in Brief | Friday Pick
Herewith a fresh selection of our favorite recent poetry, fiction, and biography in translation from Ukrainian, Hungarian, Czech, and Italian.
Elena Alexieva
For a moment, she wondered where all dead birds go when they die, which probably happens every minute of every hour, so really, birds should be falling from the sky not just from time to time, but raining down constantly, over both deserted and inhabited areas...
The Russian Connection: an interview with Alan Bilton
The Russian Civil War was a truly terrible event in terms of awful acts of atrocious violence, but there’s also a weird sense of farce about this, of history being played at the wrong speed.
Marek Šindelka
To my surprise I realized I had a terrible urge to sleep with this girl, and I was immediately aroused. And I became angry at myself for being aroused. It came on so suddenly that for a moment I didn’t know what to do.
The Winter Issue | 2022
With our latest issue, B O D Y focuses on Europen writing in translation, featuring poetry, fiction, and non-fiction from across Europe.
Vratislav Kadlec
His astonishing, indeed quite singular ability to touch the tip of his nose with his teeth was something he discovered almost inadvertently
Eric Nelson
Get used to it, kid, everybody wants something from you. / And they’ll swear they’re giving you a gift.