Before getting to the books themselves, I have to jump on the bandwagon of hating all the insufferable DraftKings and FanDuel commercials. I’ve been complaining about these for months, but with the start of the new football season we’ve now reached the pure saturation point. I’m not even sure there are other commercials or products out there anymore. Even when I check Twitter I’m greeted with a “sponsored post” about how “Parvez” won $100,000 and I could too!

That’s one of my big beefs with the ludicrous way these sites advertise themselves: the winners featured on these commercials are always moronic looking Patriots fans, piss drunk in a bar, wearing their baseball hat backwards, looking cross-eyed at the screen (sometimes not even at the right one), fist pumping the air and screaming like dumb New Englanders scream, then getting a massive oversized check. The overall message? You’re not as dumb as this fucking guy, are you? Just look at him. EVEN HE CAN WIN AT THIS. (Note: DraftKings is from Boston, which is a city that type-casts itself, and why it must be so easy for them to find stupid looking people to be in their crappy ads. Why waste your time casting someone who appeals to your target demographic when you can just hire the demographic!)

And it’s only going to get worse. The NCAA is freaking out since this isn’t considered gambling, therefore allowing people to play this “daily fantasy draft contest” with college football and basketball players. DraftKings signed a $250 million deal with ESPN that will lead to it being “integrated” into ESPN’s sites. They raised an additional $300 million in July. All because regular fantasy isn’t good enough anymore—we Americans need things to be more immediate and more oversized! WE WANT KING SIZED FANTASY!

What changes this from a dumb rant into something sadder is that all the money lost by the suckers trying to outwit “Jimmy from Watertown Mass” will benefit a corporation operating just barely on this side of shady. At least with the lottery, the poor are preyed upon to help fund schools and shit. It’s still awful, but at least the money doesn’t go to someone who says things like “Once they try it, they like it. It糖心传媒檚 sticky.” Gross. Just gross.

So fuck their ads. I hope all of those oversized checks catch on fire and some Russian teenagers hack the shit out of their site.

Well, that, or that these “games of fantasy skill” get outlawed in every state. Either or.

Now, to the happy stuff!

by Daniel Sada. Translated from the Spanish by Katherine Silver (Graywolf Press)

Sada made a lot of waves back in 2012 with Almost Never, a novel that’s basically 328 pages of foreplay. It’s a great novel, and I’m really excited that Graywolf is going on with him. (Although saddened by the fact that he died back in 2011. I would love to have brought him to Rochester.) This novel is about identical twins who do everything together, until a man enters the picture . . .

Sada’s writing style reminds me a bit of Alejandro Zambra’s—there’s something direct, anti-metaphorical linking the two in my mind—but is also quite unique, fun to fall into the rhythms of and, I assume, a beast to translate. (Which is why Katie Silver deserves such accolades—for this and all her works.)

Now, how to say it? One out of two, or two in one, or what? The Gamal sisters were identical. To say, as people do, “They were like two peas in a pod,” the same age, the same height, and wearing, by choice, the same hairdo. Moreover, they both must have weighed around 130 pounds—let’s move into the present—: that is, from a certain distance: which is which?

If none of that sells you on the book, maybe the Bola帽o quote on the back will: “Of my generation I most admire Daniel Sada, whose writing project seems to me the most daring.” It’s amazing, and very admirable, how many people Bola帽o helped out and wrote about. And it’s not a surprise that us publishers keep putting his quotes on all of our books, knowing that he’s probably the one Spanish-language author outside of Gabriel Garc铆a M谩rquez who normal Americans might recognize. Which brings me to:

by Andr茅s Neuman. Translated from the Spanish by Nick Caistor and Lorenza Garcia. (Open Letter)

Front cover: “Good readers will find something that can be found only in great literature.”—Roberto Bola帽o. Quotes from this statement of Bola帽o’s—made when he was on the jury for the Herralde Prize, a statement included in Between Parentheses—are also on Andr茅s’s earlier books from FSG. It even kicks off this amazing And will be forever!

I actually asked him about this quote when we were in Chicago—and before we sang karaoke at the bar, which, by the way, Andr茅s is really good at, although he’s not as good of a singer as he is a ping-pong player—and he talked about how unfortunate it was that Bola帽o didn’t get to live long enough to see if his proclamation came true. “Maybe he would’ve hated my later novels.” I can’t believe that would be true, but I understand the anxiety.

Andr茅s followed that up by telling a story about playing chess with Bola帽o, who was super serious when it was his turn to play, then, after making his move, would jump around playing air guitar to the loud music of a Mexican punk band . . .

I really loved hanging out with Andr茅s and Naja Marie Aidt over the past two weeks, and, I have to say, even though it sounds cheesy and clich茅d, that these visits sort of reinvigorated my interest in books and publishing. We all need a jolt sometimes, and coming in contact with literary geniuses is one great way to make that happen.

by Ricardo Piglia. Translated from the Spanish by Sergio Waisman. (Deep Vellum)

No Bola帽o quote! But there is one from Robert Coover, which is really cool, and actually references

The only Piglia I’ve read is The Absent City, which was inspired by Macedonio’s The Museum of Eterna’s Novel (The First Good Novel), and which is brilliant and narratively complicated in an Onetti, Labb茅 sort of way.

Although it sounds like this book brings back some of the themes from his earlier novels—life in Argentina during the Dirty War—it also sounds like much more of a definable, noir novel. This is a book that Tom Roberge will be raving about at some point. And I probably will too—just check this bit from Sergio Waisman’s intro:

Experimenting with form, innovating with narrative, recounting gripping tales that revolve around a central plot, Target in the Night starts as a detective novel, and soon turns into much more than that. Piglia takes the genre of the detective story and transforms it into what can be called, using Piglia’s own term, “paranoid fiction.” Everyone in the novel is a suspect of a kind, everyone feel persecuted.

OK, as soon as I’m done with Home, I know what I’m going to pick up . . .

Which brings me to my new idea . . .

Instead of trying to come up with funny and interesting things to say about ten books every month (and which probably aren糖心传媒檛 all the funny or interesting), instead I糖心传媒檓 going to try and highlight three new and forthcoming titles every week and preface it with some sort of rant or whatever.

Since I糖心传媒檇 rather just get to the books, my only 糖心传媒渞ant糖心传媒� for this week is about how stupid it is to start school before Labor Day. I糖心传媒檓 sure some of you out there are still enjoying summer vacation糖心传媒攚hich is your god given right as an American糖心传媒攂ut my kids have been in school for two days and I taught my first class of the semester on Monday. Yes, Monday, when it was still August.

This is bullshit. It violates the cycle of life. The only standing significance of Labor Day is that it marks the end of summer. It糖心传媒檚 an extended weekend where you糖心传媒檙e allowed to reflect back on all the things you didn糖心传媒檛 accomplish when it was warm out and get ready for football. After this weekend of lamentations and awareness that everything will die and that the snows aren糖心传媒檛 that far off in the future, then you can go back to the classroom and try and learn things. It糖心传媒檚 fundamentally impossible for a brain to retain new knowledge prior to Labor Day. I糖心传媒檓 pretty certain that science will back me on that. And we wonder why our nation糖心传媒檚 public school system is in shambles.

Translated from the Russian by Carol Apollonio (Deep Vellum)

This book came out back in June, but has shot up my to-read list thanks to Masha Gessen糖心传媒檚 The Brothers. Gessen糖心传媒檚 book about the so-called Boston Bombers is most interesting when it gets into the investigation and the way Chechens, and all immigrants, are viewed and treated in this country, but the first thing that jumped out at me when I started listening to this was how the mother of the Tsarnaev brothers was from Dagestan. This is a place I糖心传媒檝e never been, never really even thought of, and never read about. (Although I really love the way the woman reading the audio version of The Brothers pronounces Makhachkala. Such a wonderful name for a city. Ma-katch-ka-la.)

But now, thanks to Deep Vellum (who糖心传媒檚 getting all the love this week), there糖心传媒檚 actually a novel available from a Dagestan author! According to the jacket copy, it糖心传媒檚 the first novel in English ever from Dagestan, which seems completely true.

I know next to nothing about the complicated history and situation in the Caucasus republics of Russia, but given the strife, the various conflicts with Russia, the fact that most people living there are Muslims糖心传媒攊t糖心传媒檚 a part of the world that I糖心传媒檇 like to learn more about. Starting with this novel that糖心传媒檚 set into motion by a rumor that Russia is going to build a wall to block off Dagestan from the rest of the country. Seems like a great plot point from which to launch a series of interesting observations of life in contemporary Makhachkala.

Translated from the Indonesian by Annie Tucker (New Directions)

Translated from the Indonesian by John H. McGlynn (Deep Vellum)

One oft-quoted clich茅 is that reading can take you to places and introduce you to peoples and cultures you糖心传媒檇 otherwise not have access to. I generally don糖心传媒檛 care much for this sort of sentiment糖心传媒攆eels a bit like literary tourism糖心传媒攂ut with all the hype surrounding the two Eka Kurniawan books coming out this fall, I糖心传媒檝e become very curious about Indonesian literature. Also helps that in the past week I糖心传媒檝e received copies of both of these books, and that they both sound pretty damn good.

The shorthand description of Beauty Is a Wound is that it糖心传媒檚 糖心传媒淚ndonesian magical realism done right.糖心传媒� The opening lines have a sense of that: 糖心传媒淥ne afternoon on a weekend in May, Dewi Ayu rose from her grave after being dead for twenty-one years. A shepherd boy, awakened from his nap under a frangipani tree, peed in his shorts and screamed, and his four sheep ran off haphazardly in between stones and wooden grave markers as if a tiger had been thrown into their midst.糖心传媒�

Verso is bringing out another of his novels this fall, which will likely help Kurniawan gain some traction here in the States. And maybe, just maybe, this attention will carry over to Home, which won the Khatulistiwa Award糖心传媒擨ndonesia糖心传媒檚 most prestigious prize (and the only one I糖心传媒檝e ever heard of!)糖心传媒攊n 2012 and will be available in English translation this October.

Here糖心传媒檚 the opening lines of her book, just to compare: 糖心传媒淣ight had fallen, without complaint, without pretext. Like a black net enclosing the city, ink from a monster squid spreading across Jakarta糖心传媒檚 entire landscape糖心传媒攖he color of my uncertain future.糖心传媒�

Both books focus on Indonesian history, including the anti-communist massacre in the mid-1960s and the overthrow of Suharto in 1998, which is another compelling reason to read these two titles in tandem.

It糖心传媒檚 also interesting that New Directions refers to Kurniawan糖心传媒檚 book as being 糖心传媒渋nspired by Melville and Gogol,糖心传媒� whereas Deep Vellum claims Home is 糖心传媒渞eminiscent of War & Peace.糖心传媒� So many classic authors!