The latest book I’ve recycled is John Polt’s translation of Calvert Casey’s stories, with an introduction by Ilan Stavans, inscribed to my father. I recycled it because the spine was faced and I couldn’t see it in the shelf, and because then, when in the car, bleach from a leaking bottle got on it. I will reacquire a copy, but it will lack the inscription.
John published this in 1998, well after retirement. My parents, and everyone, always thought he was so staid, and nobody knew he was interested in Latin American writers, but he did this and at least one other important translation, and I am charmed at his choices and his work. Another side of John H. R. Polt, and anyway, I do want to read the stories.
Axé.
coldhearted scientist وداد 