Monday,
March 30: literary agent Simona Kessler announced that Houghton
Mifflin Harcourt will launch Filip Florian’s novel Degete mici
(Little Fingers) on July 23. Translated into English by
Alistair Blyth, the novel will see an original print run of 5,000
copies. HMH has purchased the world rights, with the exception of
some preexisting agreements. So far, the novel has been published in
Hungary (Magvetö, 2008), Germany (Suhrkamp, 2008) and Poland
(Czarne, 2008) and it is to appear in Slovenia (Didakta), Spain
(Acantilado), Italy (Fazi Editore) and Slovakia (Kalligram).
Between
April 29 and May 5, Florian and Kessler will attend a series of
events, organized by The Romanian Cultural Institute in New York. The
events will coincide with PEN World Voices Festival, which begins on
April 27.
Filip Florian will present Days of the King / Zilele regelui / A király napjai. (Budapest: Magvető Könyvkiadó, 2009) at the Budapest Book Fair on
April
25 in Kner Imre Hall at the Millenaris Center from 14:30-15:30.
For more information go to http://www.bookfestival.hu
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This July, The Observer Translation Project leaves its usual format to present a special CRISIS ISSUE. Things are tough all over. Hard Times suddenly feels like the book of the moment. The global economic crisis impacts life as we know it, and viewed from Bucharest the effects reverberate in domains that include geo-politics and publishing in Romania and abroad, with the crisis at The Observer Translation Project as an instance of a universal phenomenon.
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