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Month: July 2025

  • The Complete Turn by Fernando Garcia

    The Complete Turn Ñ Magazine, Clarín, Buenos Aires, December 20, 2003 (published in Una Forma Más Real Que La Del Mundo, Primera Edicion, Manslava, Coleccíon Campo Real, Buenos Aires, 2016) By Fernando García Juan José Saer has lived in Paris since 1968, but all his work refers to a region in the Santa Fe littoral. Ñ followed the…

  • The Dense Forest of the Real by Juan José Saer

    Translated by Justin Loke (21 October 2016) Everyone knows, or should know, that the novel is a form adopted by narrative to represent a vision of reality during the age of the bourgeoisie. According to Lukács, the tension within the novel between the protagonist and the world is not merely a question of historicity, but…

  • La Arena

    La Arena by Justin Loke Ng Sua Ping, a Teochew Singaporean, grew up in the Robertson Quay area, also known as Au Pa Yoh, or Chwee Long Lai. He didn’t complete secondary school and was orphaned at eighteen. As a child, he had once unwittingly warned a young British soldier at Bugis Street night market…

  • The Fate of Ulysses in Spanish by Juan José Saer

    Translated by Justin Loke (1 April 2014) One afternoon in 1967, the author of this article witnessed the following scene: Borges, who had traveled to Santa Fe to speak about Joyce, was chatting animatedly in a café with a small group of young writers who had come to interview him before the conference. All of…

  • The Sadness of English Saturday by Roberto Arlt (from Aguafuertes Porteñas)

    Translated by Justin Loke (November, 2014) Could it be that because I have been wandering throughout the week, Saturday and Sunday have become the most boring days of my life? I think Sunday is pure old boredom, and English Saturday is a sad day, with sadness characterized by the name of the race. English Saturday…

  • Silent Influences

    by Justin Loke Fred Tan was a Singaporean born in 1970. Some of the people remembered him for his love of music and books, enduring loyalty to obsolete forms, his belief in unseen influences, and his quiet resistance to the logic of substitution. His life, though modest in outward appearance, was shaped by a series…

  • The Accordion Gates

    I first encountered the accordion gate not as an object of nostalgia in films or photographs, but as a concrete entity, a noise-emitting presence. On humid mornings, the clatter of steel folding open was part of the street’s language. These gates were neither antique nor modern; they simply were. In shopfronts, in back alleys, they folded,…

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