Browse our Bookcases, selected annually by the Exchange as a window to recent Welsh literary works which we recommend for translation.
Cynan Jones
Stillicide has a terse, minimalist quality… The radical distillation of language, the sense that every word has been individually chosen, results in a blunt perfection that heightens this effect.
Nina Allan, The Guardian
Stevie Davies
Witty, grief-stricken and packed with intrigue, Stevie Davies's tale about a budding, dangerous relationship between neighbours is a beautifully wrought page-turner.
Francseca Rhydderch
Durre ShahwarHanan IssaÖzgür Uyanık
‘Smart, bold and fresh – these are voices we need to hear’ – Darren Chetty
...moreElinor Wyn Reynolds
Here is a celebration of grief; of grief being the other side of the same coin as love, and to experience it is an integral part of loving and of being loved.
Grug Muse, O'r Pedwar Gwynt
Katherine Stansfield
A humorous, perceptive and erudite collection that deepens our understanding and perception of language and identity.
Luanne Thornton, New Welsh Review
Alun Davies
Alun Davies is an unmistakable writing talent – and the narrative here moves quickly, in an exciting, succinct style, sustaining the tension from start to finish.
Arwel Vittle, Barn
Carys Davies
Subtle with nuance and alive with immediacy… a masterly achievement.
The Sunday Times
Gwen DaviesCaryl Lewis
The Jeweller is a beguiling, quirky story examining the haunting afterlife of the objects we leave behind.
Gemma Pearson, Wales Arts Review
Gwen DaviesCaryl Lewis
The Jeweller is a beguiling, quirky story examining the haunting afterlife of the objects we leave behind.
Gemma Pearson, Wales Arts Review
Tristan Hughes
Absorbing stories of fragility and affinity… precisely and beautifully written.
Laura Wainwright, Wales Arts Review
Llwyd Owen
A brand new classic. Each chapter is like a fist.
Manon Steffan Ros, author of Llyr Glas Nebo
Emma Glass
Blends gnawing tension and surging tenderness ... At its height, Glass's battlefield prose calls to mind not a hospital soap but the literature of the trenches.
Boyd Tonkin, The Arts Desk