Jenny Erpenbeck opens #Spring 2024 with Sloughing Off One Skin, a haunting #ShortStory that explores truth and identity, translated by Michael Hofmann.
We're on the lookout for perspectives that are currently under-represented on bookshelves in the UK and in the US, and material first written in languages other than English.
#Spring 2024 is here, with Jenny Erpenbeck – translated by Michael Hofmann – following a paper trail while Jakub Żulczyk, translated by John and Małgorzata Markoff, constructs a small epic. Grahame Williams examines a life without a plan and Lauren Caroline Smith tests her faith. Rose Rahtz reads the signs and Caroline Lucas makes the case for compelling and inspiring stories.
So here's a little taste of the marvellous #ShortStories from Jenny Erpenbeck, Jakub Żulczyk, Grahame Williams, Lauren Caroline Smith and Rose Rahtz for #Spring 2024.
#today#BeetBear came out to inspect the garden's progress, & to try out his new shovel. He offered some encouragement to his beloved beet (Boro) plants, that are coming along nicely now after a slow start. He said he'll soon be able to nap under the lettuce (Black-Seeded Simpson) & we were all happy to see the pole beans (Kentucky Blue) starting to break through! Now if the weather would just warm up for the tomatoes to go out. #gardening #allotment #NewEngland #zone6b #spring @gardening
#today#BeetBear spent the morning patrolling the flower bed where all the tiger lilies grow. He is keeping watch to take care of any of those pesky Lilly Beetles ( Lilioceris lilii ) that might appear. Just before lunch (very important), he went over to the Lilac bush and got some blooms to take in for Mom! #gardening #allotment #NewEngland #zone6b #spring #BloomScrolling @gardening
A couple takes a selfie next to blossoming lilac trees at a botanical garden, amid Russia's attack on Ukraine, in Kyiv, Ukraine April 28. REUTERS/Valentyn Ogirenko
For this #ThankYouTuesday, I want to express my gratitude to the wonderful Nature, which consistently offers us breathtaking spectacles, whether in the form of lights, colors, scents, or sounds.
The bleeding-heart flowers in my neglected "garden," which for over a decade have only grown taller and more numerous every season, are nowhere to be seen this year. Maybe because the tree that had once created a shady corner for them is also gone.
Sometimes I feel like life is just one damn ending after another.