La revisión literaria asiático-americana
La Asian American Literary Review es un espacio para escritores que consideran la designación "asiático-americano" como un punto de partida fructífero para una visión artística y una comunidad. Al mostrar el trabajo de escritores consagrados y emergentes, la revista tiene como objetivo incubar diálogos y, lo que es igualmente importante, abrir esos diálogos a audiencias regionales, nacionales e internacionales de todos los sectores. Selecciona obras que son, como dijo una vez Marianne Moore, "una expresión de nuestras necesidades... [y] sentimientos, modificados por las ideas morales y técnicas del escritor".
Publicado cada dos años, AALR presenta ficción, poesía, no ficción creativa, cómics, entrevistas y reseñas de libros. Discover Nikkei presentará historias seleccionadas de sus ediciones.
Visite su sitio web para obtener más información y suscribirse a la publicación: www.asianamericanliteraryreview.org
Historias de Esta Serie
Poems: "Spark," "Distances" & "All day people poured into Asano Park"
25 de abril de 2010 • April Naoko Heck
SparkUse room-temperature water, never ice. Skin holds heat,you think you’re more burned than you are.Your singed hair crimps and smells like eggsthat once cooked on the farmhouse’s old gas stove.Bathwater runs faster than a sink’s, you kneelto turn your face under the tub’s faucet.If you’d followed directions, you’d bein the pasture instead, palming sugar to the horses. Which sent you reeling back, the oven’s flashor pressure, the heat or fear? Obaasan fell forwardbut that was different, that was a great …
Poems: "Conversation with My Mother" & "Translation"
18 de abril de 2010 • April Naoko Heck
Conversation with My Mother How much fabric was left? Not much. Boro-boro, Obaasan said. Shreds. And your mother recognized her by the fabric Yes. If the fabric was in shreds, she was almost naked? No, she wore white cotton undergarments. And they still covered her body? They covered her body. They weren’t torn like her blouse and pants? They covered her body. What did the pattern of the fabric look like? I don’t remember, but it couldn’t have been beautiful. …
Poem: "The Leaf Book"
11 de abril de 2010 • April Naoko Heck
The Leaf BookIn the fall of third grade, when my teacherassigns the leaf-book project—collectand name at least a dozen tree leaves—my dad drives our family to an arboretum,he brings a field guide and we’re all leaf-picking,all saying gingko, chestnut, walnut, buckeye.Mama writes down American names,learns too that rootbeer-scented sassafras bearthree kinds of leaves: mittens, gloves, and palms. The night before my book’s due, he stays up.He helps sort leaf after leaf, irons thembetween waxpaper pages he’s cut.By the circular light …
Karen Tei Yamashita - Part 2
21 de marzo de 2010 • Kandice Chuh
Part 1 >>Continuation of The Asian American Literary Review’s interview with Karen Tei Yamashita…Kandice Chuh (KC): You write, “I’ve anticipated the end of the story without imparting the beginning. Knowing the story’s end does not necessarily imply completion of knowledge, for if many endings are possible, so also are many beginnings. History may proceed sequentially or, as they say, must proceed sequentially, but stories may turn and turn again—the knowing end kissing the innocent beginning, the innocent end kissing the knowing …
Karen Tei Yamashita - Part 1
14 de marzo de 2010 • Kandice Chuh
I flew out to California on 12 November 2009 to interview Karen Tei Yamashita on the eve of the publication of I Hotel, her newest work. We began the day in conversation over lunch, moved to a more formal interview conducted at her home, and ended with dinner. What appears here is an edited version of our conversations, constructed from a recording and my notes, and refined thereafter by both of us. What this text fails to capture is the …
Compartment Comportment - Part 3
21 de febrero de 2010 • Marie Mutsuki Mockett
>> Part 2It was not for lifestyle reasons that we weren’t married. Even today, I’m unsure as to what the holdup really was all about, though I know it has something to do with the nemesis of all modern and sophisticated women who outwardly abhor Kate Hudson’s latest bridal film while hoping to cement a relationship as “committed.” Why did I never issue an ultimatum? He was beautiful, smart and kind and I loved him and he gave me plenty …
