Over the next few weeks, we’ll be highlighting each and every one of these as part of the annual “Why This Book Should Win the BTBA” series. It’s a fun way of learning about all of these diverse titles, and hopefully finding a handful that you personally want to read.

Speaking of diverse, I want to use this post to point out a couple of interesting facts about this year’s list:

• Twenty-three different publishers have a book on this list, which is unprecedented;

• There are translations from sixteen languages on this year’s longlist;

• This year’s longlisted authors are from twenty different countries.

That’s a pretty solid spread. Not to mention the vast differences between these books: On the one hand there’s Nobel Prize-winner Elfriede Jelinek’s Her Not All Her, a slim, exquisitely crafted Cahier; on the other, there’s Antonio Mu帽oz Molina’s gigantic In the Night of Time. There’s the two-volume slipcased A True Novel by Minae Mizumura and Stig Dagerman’s short story collection, Sleet. There’s a very unconventional Arabic work from the nineteenth century just now being translated for the first time, and there’s a novel about an execution from Mo Yan, the other Nobel Prize winner on the list.

Overall, it’s an excellent list, one that will be really tough to pare down . . . But that’s the job for this year’s brilliant judges: George Carroll, West Coast sales rep; Monica Carter, Salonica; Scott Esposito, Conversational Reading and Center for the Art of Translation; Sarah Gerard, Bomb Magazine; Elizabeth Harris, translator; Daniel Medin, American University of Paris, Cahiers Series, Quarterly Conversation, and the White Review; Michael Orthofer, Complete Review; Stephen Sparks, Green Apple Books; and, Jenn Witte, Skylight Books. I want to personally thank them all for their hard work.

But this is just the beginning—on April 15th we’ll announce the finalists for both fiction and poetry, and in the meantime, stay tuned to read about each and every one of the following “best translated books” of 2013.

Also, a special thanks has to go out to for once again making $20,000 of prize money available for the winning authors and translators.

I’ll post information about any and all celebrations for the BTBA 2014 here as soon as things are arranged. In the meantime, here we go . . .

translated from the French by Lulu Norman (Morocco; Tin House)

translated from the Romanian by Sean Cotter (Romania; Archipelago Books)

translated from the Hebrew by Dalya Bilu (Israel; Feminist Press)

translated from the Swedish by Steven Hartman (Sweden; David R. Godine)

translated from the Italian by Ann Goldstein (Italy; Europa Editions)

translated from the Dutch by Sam Garrett (Netherlands; Open Letter Books)

translated from the German by Damion Searls (Austria; Sylph Editions)

translated from the Norwegian by Don Bartlett (Norway; Archipelago Books)

translated from the Hungarian by Ottilie Mulzet (Hungary; New Directions)

translated from the Russian by Joanne Turnbull (Ukraine; NYRB)

translated from the Spanish by Nick Caistor (Argentina; New Vessel Press)

translated from the Spanish by Margaret Jull Costa (Spain; Knopf)

translated from the Japanese by Juliet Winters (Japan; Other Press)

translated from the Spanish by Edith Grossman (Spain; Houghton Mifflin Harcourt)

translated from the Spanish by Jeffrey Gray (Guatemala; Yale University Press)

translated from the Norwegian by Se谩n Kinsella (Norway; Dalkey Archive)

translated from the French by Christine Schwartz Hartley & Anna Moschovakis (France; Ugly Duckling Presse)

translated from the Arabic by Humphrey Davies (Lebanon; New York University Press)

translated from the Icelandic by Victoria Cribb (Iceland; FSG)

translated from the Dutch by Paul Vincent (Netherlands; Pushkin Press)

translated from the Czech by Alex Zucker (Czech Republic; Portobello Books)

translated from the Spanish by Katherine Silver (Spain; McSweeney’s)

translated from the French by Paul Knobloch (France; Tam Tam Books)

translated from the German by Damion Searls (Germany; FSG)

translated from the Chinese by Howard Goldblatt (China; University of Oklahoma Press)

A few of the BTBA judges have talked about how honored they are to be part of this process. I am also, but I want to be clear about one thing: it糖心传媒檚 a lot of work.

The above is my tiny home office. It糖心传媒檚 located in a small alcove in the hallway between my kitchen and my bathroom, in the studio apartment I share with my husband. The picture is in no way representative of the way my office looks every day. What I mean is this: recently, I left McNally Jackson Books, where I糖心传媒檇 been a bookseller for three years, in order to join the team at BOMB Magazine, a publication that consistently pays homage to the art of translation. Because it would be difficult to inform every publisher of my address change, I still receive BTBA submissions at McNally Jackson, and have to return there every few days to pick up my mail. Each time, I find anywhere between two and ten new titles on the hold shelf for me, and add them to these stacks.

Meanwhile, new emails are coming in all the time from publishers; PDFs of books, eBooks, .mobi books. The judges are racing to keep up. And the list is always growing. Here are some of my recent favorites.

by Rodrigo Rey Rosa (trans. Jeffrey Gray)

I mentioned BOMB Magazine. The current issue, #125, features a truly excellent conversation between Rodrigo Rey Rosa and Francisco Goldman. Rey Rosa was a prot茅g茅 of Paul Bowles, who translated many of his books. It was under Bowles糖心传媒檚 tutelage that Rey Rosa discovered his passion for writing, and it was Bowles who initially recognized Rey Rosa糖心传媒檚 talent. Rey Rosa later returned to his home of Guatemala, where most of his books are set, and where he currently lives. But The African Shore is set in Tangier, a textured, mystical place full of almost noir-like intrigue. The possibility of violence hums on the outside of two stories held together by colonialism and the life of a snowy owl. Of the book, Francisco Goldman asks

FG: A propos of The African Shore, were there any special challenges for you in setting a novel in Tangier instead of Guatemala? Did you still consider yourself to be an outsider or a foreigner in relation to Tangier, or did you consider it home?

RRR: I wrote it in 1998. I dared to write the book when I realized that the Tangier that Bowles had written about糖心传媒攐r better yet, created糖心传媒攈ad changed so much that it was no longer the same city. Only the wind remained糖心传媒� I lived there, and partially in New York, from 糖心传媒�82 to 糖心传媒�92, and spent summers in Tangier until 2001. When I started writing the novella, I could sense that I would never live in Morocco again. The book became a sort of farewell. But I never thought of Tangier as a home. I糖心传媒檝e never been at peace at home糖心传媒攂ut in Tangier I often was.

Regarding Jeffrey Gray糖心传媒檚 translation, all I can say is that the book reads like a vivid dream seen through an opium haze, and sentence-by-sentence, is beautiful. I admit that I haven糖心传媒檛 read Bowles糖心传媒檚 translations, but am inspired now to seek them out and compare styles.

by Stig Dagerman (trans. Steven Hartman)

Two of Stig Dagerman糖心传媒檚 books are up for the award this year: Sleet, a short story collection, and Burnt Child, a novel that I am now, after reading Sleet, very excited to begin. I admit, I had never heard of Stig Dagerman, but was intrigued by Sleet_糖心传媒檚 introduction by Alice McDermott, blurbs from Graham Greene and Siri Hustvedt, and my general love of David R. Godine糖心传媒檚 Verba Mundi series. As it turns out, Dagerman was a prolific writer in Sweden, who in his time was compared to everyone from Faulkner to Kafka to Camus. While most of the stories in _Sleet are a mote less philosophical than any of these writers糖心传媒� works, I would be remiss if I didn糖心传媒檛 strongly recommend the first and last stories, 糖心传媒淭o Kill a Child糖心传媒� and 糖心传媒淲here Is My Icelandic Sweater?糖心传媒� (Laugh at the second title 糖心传媒� it糖心传媒檚 fine.) 糖心传媒淭o Kill a Child糖心传媒� had me hooked immediately and was promisingly quick and devastating, and 糖心传媒淲here Is My Icelandic Sweater?糖心传媒�, a nearly novella-length work, had me reduced to a tear-soaked pile of loss and bereavement, and memories of my grandfather. Dagerman糖心传媒檚 writing is personal and unsettling, hewing closely to characters being made to undergo humiliation and loss in an environment 糖心传媒� mid-century Sweden 糖心传媒� that糖心传媒檚 almost too quaint for comfort. I would happily read this collection a second and even a third time.

by Elfriede Jelinek (trans. Damion Searls)

This was one of the last books I staff picked as a bookseller at McNally Jackson:

The irony of a writer (Robert Walser) trying desperately to craft his own identity, only to succeed tragically at channeling through his words the voices of others. Jelinek captures Walser’s sad humor, his loneliness, and the eventual silence (silencing or death) of a voice that spoke through so many other voices. By way of madness? Genius? Damion Searls’s translation captures beautifully the skill of both writers: Jelinek’s performance and her ode to Walser.

I read this entire book in one mad, intensely satisfying, Homerically victorious sitting. I felt compelled despite its many (gorgeous, thrilling) challenges, to reach the end. Added to which, the book itself is lovely to look at 糖心传媒� true objecthood achieved, Sylph Editions.

Here I should recall my last BTBA post, wherein I discussed Christa Wolf糖心传媒檚 book City of Angels, which is also up for the award this year, and is also translated by Damion Searls. As it happens, Searls also 糖心传媒� a trifecta of cool 糖心传媒� translated Robert Walser糖心传媒檚 A Schoolboy糖心传媒檚 Diary, which is up for the award this year, too, and which author figures centrally into this Jelinek book we糖心传媒檙e talking about currently 糖心传媒� making a complete Searls circle, if you will.

by Boris Vian (trans. Paul Knobloch)

I糖心传媒檓 currently reading this book and am already completely blown away by it. While I糖心传媒檓 not sure I can do it justice here, being that I糖心传媒檓 still in the middle of it, I can already say that Vian糖心传媒檚 (and Knobloch糖心传媒檚) sentences are some of the most lively I糖心传媒檝e ever read, and that the allegorical nature of the story rivals Kafka and Wells in its grace and complexity. It糖心传媒檚 not exactly science fiction, but neither is it exactly Surreal. It糖心传媒檚 something entirely its own 糖心传媒� no other writer has done what Vian糖心传媒檚 done here.

In arguing her point, Honegger references Die Kinder der Toten (The Children of the Dead), which was the last novel of hers published before receiving the Nobel Prize, and is considered by many to be her “magnum opus,” but has yet to appear in English. There is hope on the horizon though:

It’s news to us (and we can’t find any other mention of it), so it’s certainly worth noting: Honegger mentions that: “The American translation of the 666-page novel, to be published by Yale University Press, is currently in progress.”

According to the notice, “Chapters appear on Jelinek’s website as she writes them. Jelinek has described the work as a ‘mixture of blog and prose’.”

To me, Jelinek is one of the most controversy-causing Nobel recipients of all-time. For every one of her books, half the readers love it, the other half deem it worthless. Which is a sign of a good writer. Someone who provokes, forces readers to feel something, to react strongly, etc. There’s nothing worse than a book that’s just a book, a book that’s fine, yet unspectacular.

Same thing goes for slush submissions. Give me a piece of garbage any day over a book that’s just OK, that keeps me reading because it’s not bad enough to laugh at, or good enough to keep me hooked.