The rocks are voices
fossils of a dead language
high words stripped of flesh
shouts of bone.
She made faces, as if no one could see her. People were watching the man in the black hat too. He was talking to two writers slightly younger than him, both of them pensive and a bit sad. He, on the other hand, looked delighted.
But as time went on, I thought more and more about who the translators were and what they sacrificed, which in some cases was their lives, and I really started to empathize with them more.
Autumn Hill Books began 2005 with a small but important goal: to bring more contemporary world literature to the English language market, where literature in translation is still woefully scarce.