Adriana Díaz Enciso

Pictures of Autumn

Pictures of Autumn
Estampas de otoño

Adriana Díaz-Enciso
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

Adriana Díaz Enciso
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…

Adriana Díaz Enciso
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

Adriana Díaz Enciso
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

Adriana Díaz Enciso
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?

Adriana Díaz-Enciso
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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