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A bare-knuckled portrait of masculine rivalry gone too far, and the societal and familial cycles to blame, leaving the taste of dust and blood in the reader's mouth.

In a single day, a journey across Buenos Aires reveals a daughter to her mother, a mother to herself, and the oppressive weight of received ideas to women connected by a fleeting encounter, twenty years before.

Byobu reveals a rich inner world, one driven by its meticulous attention to our rich outer one.

The third and final installment of Ariana Harwicz's "Involuntary Trilogy" finds us on familiar, disquieting ground. Under the spell of a mother's madness, the French countryside transforms into a dreamscape of interconnected imagery: animals, desire, the functions of the body. Most troublingly: the comfort of a teenage son. Scorning the bourgeois mores and conventionality of their small town, she withdraws him from school and the two embark on...

Empezamos allí donde terminamos: ¿qué ha ocurrido en este apartamento en ruinas, separado del mundo exterior?We begin where we end: what happened in this rundown apartment, closed off from the world?

Alternating between refugees occupying a building, a father's sickness, and a wife's pregnancy, _Occupation _examines the fragility of life and the brutality of not belonging.

A musician, a taxidermist, and a scientist all attempt to exert control over their intersecting fates.

In his second novel, Daniel Saldana Paris has created a bone chilling, exact portrait of a hypersensitive childhood that must torture and repeat itself in the mind of the protagonist.

Lucia and Pablo are a couple, school teachers who left Colombia to make a living in the US. While Pablo keeps fond memories of his motherland and a close relationship with his family, Lucia rejects all notions of patriotism and nostalgia. After struggling to conceive for a long time, Lucia finally gets pregnant with twins - but shuts Pablo out.

Sagasti narrates for us a thousand and one stories centre around music that take the reader from Bach to Gould, from Gould to the Beatles, from Sergeant Pepper to the music that was played in Nazi concentration camps, and so on.. But when do we end a story? When do we decide to sing the final lullaby?

The Wind That Lays Waste begins in the great pause before a storm. Reverend Pearson is evangelizing across the Argentinian countryside with Leni, his teenage daughter, when their car breaks down. This act of God or fate leads them to the workshop and home of an aging mechanic called Gringo Brauer and a young boy named Tapioca.

Written in a sometimes irreverent style, in short fragments that at points are more like haikus than narrative prose, this is a truly original reflection on love, relationships, solitude and the aesthetics and purpose of writing.

In Feebleminded, Harwicz drags us to the most uncomfortable and fascinating aspects of love, need and dependency, by analysing the dynamics between a mother and her adult daughter, both searching through their own past and present as they try to give meaning to their lives and relationship.

Loosely related short stories set in the peaceful surrounds of rural Guatemala, where violence, gangs, extortion, and menace are never far away.

A non-coming of age story where a woman tries to escape her problems by moving to Germany, but instead finds her life only becoming more complicated.

Cisneros digs into his own family history to understand and demystify the figure of `El Gaucho': the controversial Secretary, and subsequently Minister of War, during the regime of Francisco Morales Bermudez in Peru. In this book, the intimate perspective and the passage of time reveal the unknown truths about a man, a family and an entire country.

Awkward family dynamics, unfortunate health issues and battles for survival play out across this collection from the Columbian author, translated by Charlotte Coombe with an application submitted for the PEN Translates award.

Consiglio presents a universe of seemingly unrelated tales, linked perhaps by a certain rhythm in the prose or by subtle dimensions of violence and perversion. As reflections on the uncontrollable nature of life, as depictions of how the most benign detail can itself become a threat, these stories do not offer neat endings.

In a nameless, homogenised suburb, in an equally nameless country, every house has a room reserved for the president. No one knows when or why this came to be. It is simply how things are. No one appears to question or contradict this spatial disposition, except one young boy.