Encuentro de autores y traductores, XXI Feria internacional del libro teatral, Madrid 2020

Despite hopes that it might go ahead as scheduled in October, Madrid’s annual theatre book fair fell victim to the second wave of the Covid19 pandemic. However, with some last-minute funding, the meeting of writers and translators went ahead online. I received around 50 plays over the weekend of 21-22 November, and had a full more »

20th International Theatre Book Fair, Madrid 2019: meeting between authors and translators

I was lucky enough to be one of five translators invited to participate in this annual event that brings together translators and playwrights. At some point I’d like to blog about it properly. In the meantime, here’s my executive summary: Spain is absolutely brimming with playwriting talent and, as a translator, having the chance to more »

Morderás el polvo (Roberto Osa)

Published by Fundación José Manuel Lara/Planeta, 2017 (2nd edition, 2018), 176 pages Synopsis Águeda has just turned thirty, she’s eight months pregnant, and lives alone in a flat furnished with cardboard boxes. She is missing one eye. She has a perfect boyfriend, and a father she hasn’t spoken to for years. Her life is monotonous: more »

Mejor la ausencia (Edurne Portela)

Literary fiction, published in Spanish in September 2017 by Galaxia Gutenberg (Barcelona), 240 pp. Mejor la ausencia is a compelling coming-of-age story set in 1980s Bilbao against the backdrop of domestic violence, petty crime and political conflict, told through the eyes of an absolutely engaging first-person female narrator:   Excerpt 1 (1979) We reach the huts more »

Los extraños (Vicente Valero)

Whether that man whom nobody ever called grandfather or even father – despite his having been a grandfather and thus a father as well – had thin, bony hands like mine and thick, dark eyebrows, or the propensity, of which I complained so much in my youth, towards cold sores, is something I have never more »

Los estratos (Juan Cárdenas)

From the window I can see the pool, surrounded by houses that are identical to my own, my neighbours’ children swimming as the evening sun draws the last glimmers of light from the water. Perhaps it is the contentment of the scene – the children shouting, the swallows, the splashing – sounds which, far from more »