‘If somebody asked me to touch him, I’d refuse. Never in my life, I’d say. I don’t want to. Because why would other rules apply in death than those that had applied in life?’
Fiction by Johanne Lykke Holm, translated by Saskia Vogel.
‘I don’t remember much of my childhood, but I do remember this: I was seven years old and my father had died.’
Fiction by Johanne Lykke Holm, translated by Saskia Vogel.
‘Ágúst trembles with anger and sorrow as he tells about the arrest of Christ, the interrogation, the violence, the judgment.’
Fiction by Jón Kalman Stefánsson, translated by Philip Roughton.