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The latest addition to our Reviews section is a piece by J.T. Mahany on Navidad & Matanza by Carlos Labbé, translated by Will Vanderhyden, and out next month from Open Letter.

Carlos Labbé was one of Granta’s , and has quickly become a Name to Know in the world literature sphere. Both Carlos and translator Will Vanderhyden, along with Andrés Numan, will be at the University of Rochester April 22nd for a Reading the World Conversation Series event. (If you’re in town then, definitely, definitely join us!)

Incidentally, Will (a.k.a. Willsconsin) and J.T. (who wrote the following review) were cohorts in the University of Rochester’s MA in Literary Translation Studies program, and not only brought to the table their skills as translators, but also brought amazing projects to the press (Open Letter will also be bringing out Labbé’s Locuela in a few years, in Will’s translation, and Antoine Volodine’s Post-Exoticism in Ten Lessons, Lesson Eleven in J.T.‘s translation next year).

Enough UROC and Open Letter promotion���Ĵ�ý�all you really need to know is that if you’re a literary nerd boy or girl, Labbé’s work will be right up your alley. Here’s the beginning of J.T.‘s review:

Carlos Labbé���Ĵ�ý�s Navidad & Matanza is the story of two missing children and the journalist trying to find them. Actually. it���Ĵ�ý�s the story of a group of scientists who are working on a top-secret project, and pass the time by collectively writing a novel about two missing children and the journalist trying to find them. Actually, it���Ĵ�ý�s about a group of friends playing a ���Ĵ�ý�novel game���Ĵ�ý� in which they write a story via email based on the movements of pieces on a game board. Actually, it���Ĵ�ý�s all three, equally true and untrue at the same time. The narrator is a scientist codenamed Domingo, except when it���Ĵ�ý�s the conman Boris Real, except when it���Ĵ�ý�s the alleged kidnapping victim Bruno Vivar, except when it���Ĵ�ý�s the novelist, Labbé himself . . .

The book is a compelling work of meta-fiction, and is rife with recurring images and motifs, such as theremins, Mormonism, and Edgar Lee Masters. These all form an intricate web to ensnare the reader in a synaptic echo chamber, where everything is connected but the reasons for the connections are never made entirely clear. The chapters of the novel are labeled 1-100, but most of the chapters are missing (the novel clocks in at just over 90 pages), implying that not everything has been or is going to be revealed. This withholding of information is also present in the internal monologues or thought processes of the handful of characters���Ĵ�ý�not even the people who could best answer our questions, as readers, are going to give us a break and reveal (or explain) everything that���Ĵ�ý�s going on.

For the rest of the review, go here.