Animals

Praise

“Uhart, who died in 2018, was an utter master of the gentle observation. Her work combines unsentimental affection with endless curiosity about the details of everyday life . . . Animals is at once tender, bemused, informative, and deeply fun . . . It asks, through sweet, respectful attention, how we might best relate to animals; how we humans, so accustomed to seeing ourselves as nature’s rulers, might adjust our attitudes.”
–Lily Meyer, NPR.org

“A brilliant writer . . . In a manner that is both playful and provocative, Uhart challenges us to imagine a world less concerned with our differences and to welcome the artistic freedom this could bring . . . Robert Croll’s beautiful translation breathes a new life into Uhart’s narrative while maintaining her warmth and sense of humor.”
–Rose Bialer, Rain Taxi Review of Books

“The writer disappears and the reader becomes the observer, dropping in on a bench at the city zoo, dipping into Walden, and conversing with retired ornithologists and Polish playwrights. With each vignette lasting not more than five pages (not to mention the pleasurable shape and feel typical of Archipelogo’s titles) it’s the ideal book to just carry around and enjoy while say, sitting in a waiting room, or riding the bus, or waiting for the oven timer.” 
–Dan Carlisle, Literary Hub

“Less natural history and more wondrous secret kingdom, this book gestures to something more tender, more surprising, a place where humans glimpse animals eye to eye—but the viewing is in reverse, as if we are being observed,not the other way around.”
–Kerri Arsenault, Orion

“Beautifully translated by Robert Croll, the book blending together memoir, zoology and cultural history . . . Animals is a delightful, personal compendium, full of eccentricity and emotional depth.”
–Francesca Carington, Tatler

“For Hebe Uhart, “looking” was the most authentic way of writing, as if her arrested and thoughtful gaze over characters was carried into the words that formed their stories.” — Edwin Madrid
“[Uhart] is one of the most singular and exciting female voices of recent decades in Latin America. Her unique body of work and her unforgettable voice lives on in many of today’s younger generation of writers emerging on the continent.”
–Morning Star

“Her short stories and vignettes from daily life shimmer with truth…Fans of writers from Alice Munro to William Trevor will find Uhart’s work, whenever it appears in English, a delight.”
—Samuel Rutter, The Arkansas International

“Hebe Uhart’s characters are made of an almost palpable material. They are alive, and they seem to emerge from the page to tell us, ‘This one here is me, that one over there could be you.’ How we move, how we walk, how we keep quiet: that is what Uhart observes in each of us. But also how we pause, how we sneeze, what onomatopoeias we use, how our being is revealed through everyday gestures that at times can contradict the ideas we claim to hold. It’s through these minute observations, and her repudiation of generalities, that the writer unfurls her tentacles to construct her characters.”
–Alejandra Costamagna, The Paris Review

“Hebe Uhart is one of Argentina’s finest storytellers.”
–Asymptote Journal

“Poised somewhere between narrative and sense memory, Uhart’s lens looks into sundry lives and renders the act of surveillance both venal and holy.”
–Foreword Reviews

“(Uhart’s stories) steadily, unobtrusively oxygenate the world around them … Uhart helped shape a generation of writers in Argentina as both a teacher and a writer, her influence both diffuse and impossible to ignore.”
–Sam Carter, Music & Literature

“Though I suspect Uhart would have raspberried at these words, we can learn from her not only in terms of technique but also in how we relate to our existence, and how we approach the self in the act of writing. Her work is thorough yet surprising, humble yet humorous, intelligent without intellectual posturing. The result is a defamiliarization, a casting aside of the automatic and assumed in order to see the world—plants, animals, humans—anew. After Uhart, things are in agreement. For all their differences, they hang together. They have form.”  —Julia Kornberg, The Believer