Yesterday I saw that Péter Nádas' Horror Stories was translated and since we still can't find it physically in bookstores I ordered it, I would probably find it on Monday or Tuesday. The problem is when I order books I can't just sit and wait. So today I went to the bookstore and bought:
-Anáplu- Thanássis Valtinos
-The Kukotsky Enigma-Lyudmila Ulitskaya
-Just the Plague-Lyudmila Ulitskaya
-Târfe asasine (Putas asesinas)-Roberto Bolaño
-Faithful and Virtuous Night- Louise Glück
-Border: A Journey to the Edge of Europe- Kapka Kassabova
-The Topeka School- Ben Lerner
And because I had a discount, I went into an used bookstore where I bought a book that was found on a street in New York on May 3, 2007. The book I assume is from a fairly common collection, published in 1971 Nobel Prize Library -François Mauriac, Frédéric Mistral, Theodor Mommsen. The lady who found it wrote the story on the last page with a pencil. Not only there, I don't write while I read, but I love it when I find notes on the pages. She is an idealist, when she finishes a novel she seems quite exuberant and can fill a page with three sentences, she struggled with the translation of Mauriac’s Desert of Love. I'll have to take it to refurbish the cover, but otherwise it looks pretty good.