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Teeming with tension, this immersive, rhapsodic story transports readers to the Swiss mountainside, bringing to mind the writing of Thomas Mann while offering character studies as vivid and bracing as Eudora Welty’s. Feed is running low in a rural village in Switzerland. The town council meets to decide whether or not to ascend a chimerical mountain in order to access the open pastures that have enough grass to “feed seventy animals all summer long.” The elders of the town protest, warning of the dangers and the dreadful lore that enfolds the mountain passageways like thick fog. They’ve seen it all before, reckoning with the loss of animals and men who have tried to reach the pastures nearly twenty years ago. The younger men don’t listen, making plans to set off on their journey despite all warnings. Strange things happen. Spirits wrestle with headstrong young men. As the terror of life on the mountain builds, Ramuz’s writing captures the rural dialog and mindsets of the men. One of the most talented translators working today, Bill Johnston captures the careful and sublime twists and turns of the original in his breathtaking translation.

On a secluded bluff overlooking the ocean sits a Victorian house, lavender with gingerbread trim, a home that contains a century’s worth of secrets. By the time Jane Flanagan discovers the house as a teenager, it has long been abandoned. The place is an irresistible mystery to Jane. There are still clothes in the closets, marbles rolling across the floors, and dishes in the cupboards, even though no one has set foot there in decades. The house becomes a hideaway for Jane, a place to escape her volatile mother. Twenty years later, now a Harvard archivist, she returns home to Maine following a terrible mistake that threatens both her career and her marriage. Jane is horrified to find the Victorian is now barely recognizable. The new owner, Genevieve, a summer person from Beacon Hill, has gutted it, transforming the house into a glossy white monstrosity straight out of a shelter magazine. Strangely, Genevieve is convinced that the house is haunted—perhaps the product of something troubling Genevieve herself has done. She hires Jane to research the history of the place and the women who lived there. The story Jane uncovers—of lovers lost at sea, romantic longing, shattering loss, artistic awakening, historical artifacts stolen and sold, and the long shadow of colonialism—is even older than Maine itself.

They were sisters and they would last past the end of time. Sam and Elena dream of another life. On the island off the coast of Washington where they were born and raised, they and their mother struggle to survive. Sam works on the ferry that delivers wealthy mainlanders to their vacation homes while Elena bartends at the local golf club, but even together they can’t earn enough to get by, stirring their frustration about the limits that shape their existence. Then one night on the boat, Sam spots a bear swimming the dark waters of the channel. Where is it going? What does it want? When the bear turns up by their home, Sam, terrified, is more convinced than ever that it’s time to leave the island. But Elena responds differently to the massive beast. Enchanted by its presence, she throws into doubt the desire to escape and puts their long-held dream in danger. A story about the bonds of sisterhood and the mysteries of the animals that live among us—and within us—Bear is a propulsive, mythical, richly imagined novel from one of the most acclaimed young writers in America.

Barcelona, 1945. Nil Roig es un chiquillo que se pasa el día en bicicleta transportando de un cine a otro viejas bobinas de películas. El día de su decimotercer cumpleaños es testigo de un crimen cometido en el portal de su casa. Mientras el asesino huye después de haberlo amenazado de muerte en caso de no mantener la boca cerrada, el moribundo le entrega el misterioso cromo de un actor de cine de la época; un objeto perseguido y anhelado por un excomandante de la Gestapo y un policía sin escrúpulos. El hecho de que el moribundo le dé el cromo a Nil pronunciando el nombre de David, el padre desaparecido del muchacho, arrastrará a este a resolver un secreto del pasado por el que pagará un alto precio.

Cuando hablamos de sexo, hablamos de feminidad y maternidad, infidelidad y explotación, consentimiento y respeto, justicia e igualitarismo, amor y odio, placer y dolor. Y, sin embargo, por muchas razones —algunas complicadas, otras no—, muchas de nosotras no hablamos de ello. Nuestros miedos y fantasías más profundos e íntimos permanecen encerrados en nuestro interior, hasta que llega alguien con la llave. En Quiero, Anderson expone sin filtros las cartas anónimas de cientos de mujeres con realidades de lo más variadas: desde una mujer sij que escribe sobre su deseo secreto por su cuñado hasta una mujer apache que quiere ser adorada como una criatura divina; desde una mujer blanca británica que solo quiere que la besen como es debido por última vez a otra a quien le gusta jugar a ser una pantera, pasando por una hispanojudía radicada en Bangladesh cuyo culmen de excitación sexual es el pomo de una puerta.

El escritor don Guillermo Bogarín sonríe satisfecho al pensar en el selecto grupo que ha logrado reunir: ha merecido la pena el trabajo dedicado durante meses a preparar ese tour por Europa. Apenas quedan dos días para el 25 de septiembre de ese año 1893 para que esos nueve viajeros partan de la estación de Lyon en París para recorrer, durante casi dos meses, parte de la Italia recién unificada, algunos territorios de Austria-Hungría y ciertos lugares de las nuevas fronteras del Imperio alemán. Son el arquitecto Jacobo Figueroa y su amigo, el ambicioso empresario Juan Álvarez-Caballero; el intransigente pintor impresionista Ferdinand Mercier, su buena amiga Jeanne Leroy, empresaria teatral de éxito tras la muerte de su marido, a quien acompaña su sobrino, el inconstante Henri Collet; la condesa rusa Karimova; la señora Dupont, propietaria junto a su marido de una editorial de música y promotora de jóvenes talentos de este arte, y Clara Balaguer, virtuosa violinista y una de sus representadas.