Can Xue

Jan 13, 2025 | asymptotejournal.com | Can Xue |Karen Gernant |Chen Zeping |Alain Mabanckou

In the first month of 2025, the offerings of world literature are as rich as ever. To help you on your year of reading, here are ten titles we’re most excited about—a new translation of a stargazing Greek classic; the latest from China’s most lauded avant-gardist; a rediscovered Chilean novel of queer love and revolution; a soaring, urgent compilation of Palestinian voices; surrealism and absurdism from an Italian short story master—and many more.

Nov 13, 2024 | conjunctions.com | Can Xue

11.13.24 The Family Night Watchman Translated from Chinese by Deanna Ren In the South, on the nights of a sweltering summer, we children like to sleep in the middle of the road. No cars pass by overnight; everyone plops their water-cooled bamboo beds outside, and the moment of excitement arrives. Ah, the corpse drivers! Ah, the Spider Demon King! Ah, the Milky Way! Ah, what we cannot struggle free of . . .

Nov 7, 2024 | openletterbooks.org | Can Xue

$17.95 by Can Xue January 21, 2025stories | pb | 256 pgs. 5.5" x 8.5"978-1-960385-31-4Winner of the 2015 Best Translated Book AwardThe thirteen stories in this collection are vintage Can Xue. Similar to her novels (The Last Lover, Frontier) and other collections (Vertical Motion) the focus is less on what happensand more on the experienceof reading.

Nov 7, 2024 | wordswithoutborders.org | Can Xue |Susan Harris

Leihuo bellowed with rage and hurried toward Uncle Ji’s place. He had just been arguing with Dad and Mama. Dad resented his hanging out at the marsh so much of the time and being so close to someone like Uncle Ji. The way Dad saw it, Uncle Ji didn’t even count as a person; he was not a fully formed thing. If Leihuo spent too much time with him, he would never amount to anything. His vision would turn blurry.

Sep 4, 2024 | thebaffler.com | Fady Joudah |Jessi Jezewska Stevens |Can Xue

they said, they didn’t sayon what. I am not a window,The window was on the ground floor. The room had a working door. The building was on fire. You were plotting our stay. I lost my elevation chart. I was uncouth. You to the hilt. I kissed your cave on the mouth:it wasn’t goodbye, wasn’t hello. We were naked, in disguise. Planning one sound for history,