João Melo

Translated by Cliff E. Landers “The dark-blue suit, dear, the one I brought back from Indonesia some days ago.” (She had asked, “What are you wearing to the reception, André?”) There went Belita, once again silent, spending her life at the ironing board. Her eyes, inexpressive but at the same time with a serenity that […]

Translated by Cliff E. Landers          If you think this story is going to end unhappily for me, you’re badly mistaken. Fortunately, I’m the narrator.          Envy is shit. I think it was in Brazil that I first saw that phrase, written on the windshield of a car on one of my many visits there. […]