Some of my favorite books are the unsettling ones, novels that swivel on their axes and topple my comfortable understandings. Give me the nightmare any day over the sweetened fairytale.
One year ago when we decided to devote a website to reading and literature, we turned to the Portuguese poet Fernando Pessoa for guidance and a name.
Over the past week, we’ve been enjoying our morning coffee at the poet’s hangout, Café a Brasileira, and reading his work while we enjoy Lisbon, where he was born in 1888 and died in 1935. Join us in following him and his legacy around the city.
Nothing tormented me more as a child Catholic than the idea—the promise—of eternal life after death. What would I do forever?
Jennifer Levasseur finds herself following in Antonio Tabucchi's footsteps, wondering about the resurrection of the body and our responsibility to be active in political discourse.