Fiston Mwanza Mujila was born in the Democratic Republic of Congo in 1981 and lives today in Austria. His debut novel, Tram 83, published in English in 2015 by Deep Vellum (translation by Roland Glasser), won the Etisalat Prize for Literature and the German International Literature Award, and was longlisted for the International Booker Prize and the Prix littraire du Monde. In addition to the poetry collection The River in the Belly (published by Deep Vellum in 2021, translation by J. Bret Maney), he is the author of the poetry collections Craquelures (2011) and Soleil priv de mazout (2016), as well as three plays, Et les moustiques sont des fruits ppins (2015), Te voir dress sur tes deux pattes ne fait que mettre de l'huile sur le feu (2015), and Zu der Zeit der Kniginmutter (2018). His writing responds to political turbulence in his native country and frequently foregrounds its debt to jazz. Roland Glasser grew up in London, studied French and Theatre Studies at Aberystwyth University (Wales) and Film and Dramatic Arts at the University of Caen (Normandy), before spending a decade living in Paris, where he developed a successful career in translation, literary editing, and theater lighting design. His translation of Adline Dieudonn's best-selling Real Life was shortlisted for the Scott-Moncrieff Prize. He has contributed articles and essays to a range of publications and is a co-founder of The Starling Bureau, a London-based collective of literary translators.
"""Mujila’s virtuosic narrative shifts, feverish magical realism, and dizzying chronological leaps make for an intoxicating reading experience. This complex tale bears exquisite fruit."" —Publishers Weekly Praise for The River in the Belly (translated by J. Bret Maney): ""A riotous and incandescent exploration of violent cartographies and colonial imaginaries."" —Jay Gao, Poetry Foundation Praise for Tram 83 (translated by Roland Glasser): ""The writing has the pulsing, staccato rhythms of Beat poetry."" —Sam Sacks, The Wall Street Journal ""A riotous look at the underbelly of life."" —The Guardian"