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Enrique Vila-Matas
Enrique Vila-Matas was born in Barcelona in 1948. His works include Bartleby & Co, Montano, Never Any End to Paris, The Vertical Journey, winner of the Premio Romulo Gallegos, and Dublinesque, which was shortlisted for the 2013 Independent Foreign Fiction Prize. 'February 2008' is an excerpt from his novel Dietario Voluble, published by Anagrama in 2008.

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Writers from the Old Days

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Issue No. 13

Enrique Vila-Matas

TR. J. S. Tennant

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Issue No. 13

Augusto Monterroso wrote that sooner or later the Latin American writer faces three possible fates: exile, imprisonment or burial.   I met Roberto Bolaño...

poetry

January 2015

Litanies of an Audacious Rosary

Enrique Vila-Matas

TR. Rosalind Harvey

poetry

January 2015

FEBRUARY 2008   * I’m outraged, but I’ve learned a way of reasoning that quickly defuses my exasperation. This...

‘I had to create a world of my own, like a climate, a country, an atmosphere in which I could breathe, reign, and recreate myself when destroyed by living’ Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol 5 (1974)   HOSTILE, ALIEN, ALIENATED FROM LIFE   I’m not sure I would make a good collectivist I’m the kind of girl who, when asked by a neighbour to help weed my building’s shared garden, would look up from where I was sun-tanning and say I was too pretty to work (OK – I helped anyway) If dinnertime conversation drifts to utopia, a friend will concede that I can have ‘my own personal corner’ in the commune It’s embarrassing to admit, but I’m not all too gifted at living with other people, even if I romanticise it by dreaming of the ‘hot girl singularity’ that will merge my consciousness with that of my best friends The tendency worries me, given the state of the world Consider that:   The word for world is forest1 The word for world is mother2 The world is made, and remade, through ‘worlding,’3 ‘worldmaking,’4 or ‘worldbuilding’5 The world is rendered by empire, destroyed, and remade forever after The world is a model, a simulation, an ‘infinite game’ that is open all the way up to its borders The world is autonomous and alive It teems with life and voices Some voices are hallucinations, resounding across dimensions Some worlds are hallucinations, hewn in great detail from the base material of the void The world is meant to go on, and on, and on, with or without you The world is defined by its boundlessness in time, dis- and reassembling infinitely Yet the world can only be engineered through the finitude of rules, borders, and forces The world isn’t just an impression, smeared together with other impressions; it needs physics, mechanics, and designers to work Because the world labours to understand its own origins, and constantly re-plots the coordinates of where it might like to end up, the world depends on momentum It requires collective desire Without these things – without a tight relation between

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August 2014

Enrique Vila-Matas

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August 2014

Enrique Vila-Matas was born in Barcelona in 1948. His works include Bartleby & Co, Montano, Never Any End to...

Leaving Theories Behind

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Issue No. 9

Enrique Vila-Matas

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Issue No. 9

I. I went to Lyon because an organisation called Villa Fondebrider invited me to give a talk on the relationship between fiction and reality as...

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poetry

January 2015

dear angélica

Angélica Freitas

TR. Hilary Kaplan

poetry

January 2015

dear angélica   dear angélica I can’t make it I got stuck in the elevator between the ninth and...

poetry

January 2014

Letters from a Seducer

Hilda Hilst

TR. John Keene

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January 2014

At her death in 2004, Brazilian author Hilda Hilst had received a number of her country’s important literary prizes...

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Issue No. 7

On a Decline in British Fiction

Jennifer Hodgson

Patricia Waugh

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Issue No. 7

‘The special fate of the novel,’ Frank Kermode has written, ‘is always to be dying.’ In Britain, the terminal...

 

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