Border Crossings

When translation becomes a part of the art of fiction.
When translation becomes a part of the art of fiction.
The good cop, bad cop routine of the digital age.
A bad potboiler is not made better by stylish writing; it is made worse.
There is a familiar feeling here: existential dread, impending doom, a light dose of despair.
The philosophical divide doesn’t neatly correspond with our political divide. There are egoists on all sides, just as there are altruists.
An abandoned—or abandoning—god might also reappear.