Kelly

All quiet on the Riviera Plus, a new Natalia Ginzburg translation and summer grooves from Nu Genea

All quiet on the Riviera - by Jamie Mackay theweekinitaly.substack.com/p/all-quiet-...

The Mysterious Life of Birds Who Never Come Down (Published 2020)

on swifts, an essay from Helen Macdonald's book Vesper Flights

www.nytimes.com/2020/07/29/m...

Fiction | The Beheaded by Sara Jaramillo Klinkert - The London Magazine Sara Jaramillo Klinkert The Beheaded I don’t know who found the head, Juan, or if there ever was a head. What I can tell you is that no farmers passed through the wetland of the beheaded after ten o’c...

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The List A Sunday letter.

www.awritersnotebook.org/p/the-list

Naked by Fumio Yamamoto, translated by Brian Bergstrom At first, the descriptor “Unemployed, Age 34” had sounded almost like a criminal charge, but I’d gotten used to it soon enough.

things I enjoyed reading this weekend

www.theparisreview.org/fiction/8328...

The Why of Cooking I wrote this in 2014 but I do still wonder: Why?

popula.com/2018/12/27/t...

www.orwellfoundation.com/the-orwell-f...

I don't agree with relatability as the ultimate arbiter of good writing, but sometimes it just is lovely to read your experiences in someone else's expert untangling of their own, and to feel something within you loosen, too

Re-reading this beautiful writing by Christoph-Tsang Grosse, via @aliciadkennedy.bsky.social Dispatch series, and I've underlined practically every second sentence.

www.aliciakennedy.news/p/the-desk-d...

one thing that I look forward to every day is the awe inspired by the swallows swooping and gliding and chitterchattering in the clear blue skies we've been having

In the blue post-pub screenlight on being called brave

On the @amykey.bsky.social theme, I like to read this when I've lost my way a bit in my thinking about writing. I need reminders that writing is a constant practice in gauging where the line is between what to offer and what's important to keep just for me

amykey.substack.com/p/in-the-blu...

I'm looking forward to reading your upcoming memoir mentioned here! I v much agree with your emphasis on the importance of demonstrating real life examples and experiences over theory-heavy exploration in helping people to better understand what "translation" means in the literary context

It was niggling me to remember where I wrote about that as it's so relevant to this! I found it, screenshots attached :)

Yes the AI aspect is v relevant. I wrote somewhere about that last year-ish, something along the lines of how integral it is to reading translation that you can feel that a human sat there and considered the sentences and sentiment/intention deeply, which is something we can't get from AI obvs

Why Should a Translation Be ‘Faithful’? At once a science and an art, the act of translation is a fiercely humanist endeavour

I always love reading about translation, and how translators approach a text. Here, @jencalleja.bsky.social explains so well why "remaining faithful" to a text -- nebulous a concept as that is -- doesn't and can't mean pressure to do some sort of word for word copy

artreview.com/the-philosop...

Bonsai ‘Bonsai have always prompted a kind of fear in me, or at least a puzzling discomfort.’ New fiction from Guadalupe Nettel, translated from the Spanish by Suzanne Jill Levine.

Bonsai by Guadalupe Nettel, from Bezoar and Other Unsettling Stories

granta.com/bonsai/

re-listening to Deborah Levy's Hot Milk, read by Romola Garai

Essay | Engineered Wood by Sam Johnson-Schlee - The London Magazine Sam Johnson-Schlee Engineered Wood . My grandmother’s wheelchair moves easily over the freshly laid floor. In the new house it is easy for her to move around, subject to no one else. The pale engineer...

sharing another favourite

thelondonmagazine.org/article/essa...

Man Country my autumn adventure in Yorkshire

this is the piece Heather quotes from- it's worth reading as an accompaniment, but also because it contains important insights in its own right - those that an "outsider" would see so clearly about a place that locals maybe can't see anymore

camillagrudova.substack.com/p/man-countr...

for me, seeing them is synonymous with hearing the cuckoo and spotting cuckooflowers in meadows and lawns. This time of year is arguably the best time of year. But then, I'm likely to say that each time I'm reminded of a new butterfly or flower or bird's particular standout moment of the year

orange-tip butterflies fluttering along the perimeter of the garden, enjoying the sun after yesterday's downpours. Sometimes when two seem to bump into each other, it's like they do an aerial dance together before going on their way.

How Gwendoline Riley Makes Words Fail In her brutally funny novels My Phantoms and First Love, conversation only makes people feel more alone.

I was also re-reading lots of Gwendoline Riley write-ups because I finished First Love so did the same thing I did after My Phantoms which was Google and read anything I could find about her which is what I do when I read or watch anything that immerses me like that

www.vulture.com/article/gwen...

In Praise of Cravings How To Eat a Poem. Words by Amy Key, Illustration by Sinjin Li.

a thread of favourites that I like to re-read

www.vittlesmagazine.com/p/in-praise-...

Last week, I saw my first swallow of the season, flying high above the car as I drove along; today I saw my first one at home -- it was soaring along the length of the neighbour's field. Time for some Lucio Dalla

kgirardinotebook.substack.com/p/le-rondini...

I saw a pair of bullfinches hidden in the long grass in the garden picking at dandelion heads. They they flew up into the pear tree and faced each other for ages, wiggling around to dry off from the rain, and sometimes they were touching beaks

Brontëland on Yorkshire, and its writers

a thread of recent reading

heatherparry.substack.com/p/bronteland...

here to add that yday was almost hilariously horrific this end too, and that maniacal laughing was the only appropriate course of action. All week has been intense- splitting headache, barely functional. Many thanks to the moon and the clocks and the seasons