Fiction

  • The Storm
    Angrily, but with great care, Mario placed two oars in the boat and went to his father’s house to fetch the gas cans. Javier had already brought the coolers full of ice and the jugs of water, and by n...
  • Eduardo Berti
    The editorial team of Latin American Literature Today is happy to bring our readers exclusive previews of upcoming works of Latin American literature in translation. In this issue, we feature...
  • Rodrigo Fresán
    And so, sometimes, this planet becomes another planet. Thus, we travel from one planet to another without having to cross space. It is just a matter of crossing time and not letting it be time that cr...
  • Censor Anti-Plagios
    I never credited the author. But I did put the poem in quotations. That was the exercise: guessing who the author was. A few dared insinuate that the poem was mine.
  • The Wild Book
    Since its founding in 2013, Brooklyn-based independent publisher Restless Books has established itself as one of the most cutting-edge publishers of translated literature in the U.S. In the four years...
  • A Tattoo
    But Alina clings to his embrace with stubborn resistance. She’s closed her eyes and in that momentary darkness she senses that another tattoo is branching out inside her, adding dark petals to the vio...
  • Dance of the Defeated
    One sunny Sunday, Fernanda decided we would spend the new year partying in Arica. Her father had bought her a four-wheel-drive truck when she enrolled in college, and despite the fact that she crashed...
  • Pedro Novoa
    I accept, you fucking asshole, you tell him, convinced, impulsive like the fighter of the Pre-Colombian filigree before his ferocious destiny. And, from somewhere in the world, you hear the resounding...
  • Chicken Joint
    A scratch awakens him. Piece of shit cat. His body is soaked in sweat, as if he had a fever. He dries his face with the back of his right hand, which luckily isn’t shaking today. A coughing fit catche...
  • Educación mecánica
    When I was 16 years old, I made a radical decision: I wanted to learn to drive and get my driver’s license on the exact day of my 17th birthday—on the very minute that the law would allow. And that’s...
  • Empty Seats
    By Yoss
    For many years, it was a courteous but, to tell the truth, not very sincere custom in our still young nation that in acts such as this, the individual honored with the highest award of our pan-Caribbe...
  • Formas de evasión
    Drinking in such a way also ensured that he wouldn’t get into street fights with strangers. He had been involved in many over the years, and preferred now to release his rage alone in his room of the...
  • Bonsai
    When I was small, smaller than I am today, I had a friend I chatted with all the time. He didn’t know what I was; I don’t think he even knew how old I was. I think he thought I was twice his age. Even...
  • Marilia Wakes Up
    She wears her socks up to her knees, because even in the summer, her feet are cold. She sits on the edge of our bed and rolls down the socks: shin, calf, ankle and stops. She straightens up her back a...
  • Chiapas McDonald's
    Autumn. That and the dry leaves drifting aimlessly through the streets. On the corner there's a McDonald's that looks like an island, its yellow light shining in the distance, in the middle of the rai...
  • Jagged Rage
    Accustomed to exercising military power, that afternoon Rachstad was strolling like a god in his cloudy gardens. He went along escorted by a group of anti-demographic agents that usually accompanied h...
  • Sergio Pitol, Margo Glantz, Carlos Monsiváis
    I know my name is Victorio. I know people think I’m mad (a fiction that at times infuriates me; and others merely amuses me). I know I'm different from the others, but my father, my sister, my cousin...
  • Cristina Rivera Garza
    The light is magnificent, yellow and flickering as if a body. Through the windows it’s pouring, the rain rushes through them with unusual force, it soaks everything; but it too is serene, calm, even....
  • Nadia Villafuerte (Revista UNAM)
    The story was very simple and it played over and over again like a film loop:
  • Toilet
    She disliked him ever since he stood her up at the last minute with a group project during their first year of college. “I’m sick,” he said on the phone in a neutral tone that didn’t demand sympathy,...
  • Cristina Rivera Garza
    It isn’t a good idea to repeatedly ask yourself why you live in an estuary. Upon doing so, upon asking yourself so many times, moreover if you do so before a mirror, it’s very likely that you’ll end u...
  • Plants
    Doctor An left in the early hours of the morning on a hipu bound for the heliport on the military base on the Perimeter. He didn’t sleep much that night. A secret mission would take him, over the cour...
  • Sergio Pitol
    When she opened her handbag in search of her creams, the blue silk pajamas that her sister Beatriz had bought for her in India and that were so comfortable, her slippers, and a bottle of sleeping pill...
  • Cristina Rivera Garza
    I answered the ad in the paper at the end of February. Barely two months into the New Year and I already knew that with my forced diet of sunflower seeds, rye bread, and raw vegetables I wouldn’t surv...
  • Oranges
    The orange trees will be heavy with fruits, and their flowers will fill the humid air of the western garden. A silky fog will cool the ends of the grass, of the herb grown from that meadow. The sun wi...

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