The latest focus of the magazine's laudable Translation Project is the writer Filip Florian, whose novel, "Little Fingers", comes out in the USA in July. Read an excerpt from Florian's "Days of the King", a novel (full synopsis) about a Berlin dentist who travels to Bucharest in 1866 to become the dentist to Prince Carol I (more here).
It begins: "In June, when the solstice is nigh, dawn shows itself earlier than ever. Then, however, on a Wednesday, the sunrise did not come into sight. The coach laden with suitcases, bags and chests set into motion with a jolt, one of the horses (a tallish grey mare) whinnied and chomped at the bit, the other (a sorrel with a scar on his throat) puffed out his chest, and, from a wicker basket with a lid, Siegfried the tomcat mewled dreadfully. The dentist lost sight of the green shutters of the boarding house, the massy door, the water barrel in the yard and the clump of daisies by the gate, but he did see a stripy cat running along the fence tops, with fleet and nimble steps, leaping over broken pales, stubbornly keeping pace with the horses. She seemed to him pretty and large-bellied."
It begins: "In June, when the solstice is nigh, dawn shows itself earlier than ever. Then, however, on a Wednesday, the sunrise did not come into sight. The coach laden with suitcases, bags and chests set into motion with a jolt, one of the horses (a tallish grey mare) whinnied and chomped at the bit, the other (a sorrel with a scar on his throat) puffed out his chest, and, from a wicker basket with a lid, Siegfried the tomcat mewled dreadfully. The dentist lost sight of the green shutters of the boarding house, the massy door, the water barrel in the yard and the clump of daisies by the gate, but he did see a stripy cat running along the fence tops, with fleet and nimble steps, leaping over broken pales, stubbornly keeping pace with the horses. She seemed to him pretty and large-bellied."
