Drive Your Plow Over the Bones of the Dead
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Five books that take place in a winter wonderland
It’s the end of the year! Can you believe it? December in my mind means holidays and thinking about the new year. I find this time to be a great opportunity to reflect on what’s coming in the new year and all that’s happened over the past year. In the spirit of the holidays, I…
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Women in Translation: Five books published by Fitzcarraldo Editions
This month, August, is a chance to celebrate women in translation, specifically women authors who’s works have been translated. There’s so much good translated literature out there. For this month, I’ll be sharing some inspiration from women authors all around the world who have had their work translated into English. I know a lot of…
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Such worldly extravagance
This is a quote from the book Drive Your Plow Over the Bones of the Dead by Olga Tokarczuk, translated by Antonia Lloyd-Jones. Have you read this book? I’d love to hear your thoughts in a comment below! If you’re interested, you can read an excerpt from the book here. Drive Your Plow Over the…
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Because you’re a woman
Excerpt from Drive Your Plow Over the Bones of the Dead by Olga Tokarczuk This is an excerpt from the book Drive Your Plow Over the Bones of the Dead by Olga Tokarczuk, translated by Antonia Lloyd-Jones. Several other men were standing outside the cottage smoking cigarettes. they bowed hesitantly, avoiding eye contact. The death…
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I would go into the forest…
This is a quote from the book Drive Your Plow Over the Bones of the Dead by Olga Tokarczuk, translated by Antonia Lloyd-Jones. Have you read this book? I’d love to hear your thoughts in a comment below! If you’re interested, you can read an excerpt from the book here. Drive Your Plow Over the…
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A special degree of familiarity
Excerpt from Drive Your Plow Over the Bones of the Dead by Olga Tokarczuk This is an excerpt from the book Drive Your Plow Over the Bones of the Dead by Olga Tokarczuk, translated by Antonia Lloyd-Jones. ‘What are you going to call her?’ I asked, as the first sips of tea warmed me from…