Adriana Díaz Enciso

Out with the Beast

Out with the Beast

From the day before I went on holiday this summer, I didn’t want to watch the news. I had the firm resolve to disconnect from any source of stress and…
Nuclear

Nuclear

Up to some eight thousand years ago, Great Britain was still joined to that which would become an expression of its strangeness once it became an island: the continent. I…
War

War
Guerra

Nothing like the threat of an all-inclusive third world war (i.e., with nuclear weapons) to make a deadly and devastating pandemic seem almost insignificant. The human mind is odd. Its…
Pondering  on the Future

Pondering  on the Future
Pensar el futuro

Some weeks ago, just before the omicron wave made us the gift of this pitiful déjà vu sensation as we approached the festive season, leaving us futilely trying to pluck…
Pictures of Autumn

Pictures of Autumn
Estampas de otoño

for Amanda and Nick A couple of weeks after publishing in these space the second part of my reflections—my disenchantment, my sense of suffocation, my rage even—about the sorrowful state…
The Iniquitous Agony of Literature

The Iniquitous Agony of Literature

Part Two In part one of these reflections, I discussed some of the most obvious evils that undermine literary creation nowadays: the urge to turn authors into pawns of celebrity…
Writers (and Translators) of the World…

Writers (and Translators) of the World…

The other day I was about to send my translations of some poems to the online journal Asymptote, until I read in their submissions’ guidelines that they charge a fee…
Stolen Spring, Funereal Shots

Stolen Spring, Funereal Shots

We’d started to have glimmers of hope: spring, the vaccinations. Some warm days of luminous splendour and, of course, the blossoms: the first shy blooming cherry trees, the daffodils (riotously…
De consorcios editoriales y enterradores

De consorcios editoriales y enterradores

Empecé a escribir mi novela Ciudad doliente de Dios (Alfaguara/UNAM, 2018) en 1997. Una escena apenas, ideas vagas que se concretaron en un primer borrador al año siguiente, durante una…
Desolation?

Desolation?
¿Desolación?

to Sandro Cohen, and all the friends mentioned here December 2020. The end of an indescribable year in which everything has happened and, at the same time, in the repetitive…
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