A few years ago I was drawn into the world of translated speculative fiction, and all of that changed.
I was enthralled by the stories and books from around the world that I would never have heard about, or been able to read, without the work of excellent translators.
“Beneath everything there always lies another beneath,” said a voice. “Skin is an elastic organ,” said another: “dreams are the skin of the mind, covering the innards of its unconscious.”
