The Perfect Borscht Is What Life Should

Cliché Activates The Comfortable Mental Laziness, We Sort Of Revert To The Domain Of The Already-familiar, What We Have Already Imagined So That It Doesn't Seem That Bad.

I Never Thought Of Myself As An Outsider. Because Outside Of What? You Would Have To Give Advantage To This Space Where You're Not, To Think Of It As Sovereign Because You're Not There. I Was Always In The Center Of Where I Needed To Be.

Your Nightmares Follow You Like A Shadow, Forever.

I Like To Blow Up This Notion That All We Have To Do As Writers And Artists Is Represent Reality, Which Is Presumably Solid And Self-evident, With No Negotiation Of The Gap Between Myself And The World, Between This Body And This Space, Which Needs Narration To Close It.

There Has To Be A Kind Of Grassroots Push, A Movement, As It Were, Against The Inherent Isolationism Of American Capitalism As Practiced In The Publishing Industry. There Need To Be Grants And Government Support And A Few Publishers, Mainstream And Independent, Who Are Not Afraid To Challenge American Readership. We Need To Build A Network Of Translators, Publishers And Readers. We Hope That Our Annual Anthology Might Provide An Upsurge In Interest For European Fiction And Then, As We Publish It Every Year, Become A Habit To Many Readers.