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SYLVIE BAUMGARTEL’s first book of poems, Song of Songs, will be published in 2019.

SARAH BOOKER’s translations from the Spanish include Cristina Rivera Garza’s The Iliac Crest, which was published in 2017.

SZILÁRD BORBÉLY (1963–2014), a poet, essayist, novelist, and dramatist, was one of the most important literary figures to emerge in post-1989 Hungary.

JULIAN BRIMMERS is a writer and cultural journalist based in Cologne, Germany.

LISA COHEN is the author of All We Know: Three Lives and is at work on a book about queer friendship.

ROBYN CRESWELL is the poetry editor of The Paris Reivew.

EDIE FAKE is an artist living in the California High Desert.

CRISTINA RIVERA GARZA is the author of six novels in Spanish, incuding El mal de la taiga, which is forthcoming in English translation, as The Taiga Syndrome, in October.

RENEE GLADMAN is the author of nine books of prose, including the Ravicka novels and Calamities, a book of auto-essays. One Long Black Sentence, her second collection of drawings, will be published this fall.

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