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Literary Translator
Jack only knew that his grandfather was a shepherd, and a Fergus, and that he’d inherited the stormy-sea grey-green of his eyes. Black Storms by Teresa Solana
'The dramatic impasse of passion and its containment - it at times reads as the irresolvable conflict of eros and the death drive - animates The Lily in the Valley, sustains it as a challenging experience of reading. It is good to have it back, freshly translated. It has not grown old'
Reviewed by Beter Brooks in the New York Review of Books
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