Opening soon

Most of the translated fiction being pushed right now wants to unsettle you. Some of it is brilliant. Not much of it is what I want on a Tuesday night.

There's another tradition — warm, strange, generous — scattered across a dozen languages and shelved in a dozen different places, because bookstores organize by country of origin. I organize by how a book feels.

So that's what this is: few titles each month so you can read slowly. Presses in Edinburgh and Rochester and Tokyo and Buenos Aires. A small enough endeavour that one person living by Lake Michigan has read every book and can tell you exactly why it's here.

One email a month — the drop, plus what I've been reading and why. No spam, mostly because I don't have time to write any.