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A Cover, a Conversazione, and More

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I find the importance that we place on book covers these days pretty fascinating. I’m as guilty as anyone else. A book with an amazing cover definitely turns my head. Though I’d certainly never buy or borrow a book on the strength of its cover – recommendations from people I know or whose judgment I trust are still what drive the majority of my decisions to read something or not – I’m aware of the little edge that a good cover can give a book. In fact, I was reading an excellent piece on this not very ideal state of affairs, recently, in It’s Nice That, on whether, in this social-media-heavy age, judging a book by its cover has gone too far?

As an author and translator, I feel this state of affairs acutely. I’ve been fortunate enough to have some very marvellous covers grace my own books. The cover for The Majesties was a semi-finalist for Electric Literature’s annual Book Cover of the Year Tournament in 2020. The cover for my translation of Budi Darma’s People from Bloomington was designed by none other than the Tom Gauld. I’ve been in this biz long enough to know the rush you get when your editor reveals the cover to you, and you LOVE. And also what it’s like to open the attachment and regard a book cover design, and think, It’s all right, I guess. Or worse: Oh no.

So when my editor at HarperVia sent me the cover design for my upcoming novel But Won’t I Miss Me, I breathed a tremendous sigh of happiness and relief. It was LOVE at first sight. I opened the email on the Sydney Metro, after dropping my kids off at school, and I broke into such an enormous and sustained grin, the people around me must have thought I’d just received a love letter or something.

Two eerie figures shrouded under a translucent, luminescent sheet.

This is the cover, designed by Stephanie Shafer. Her note on the design will appear in the book itself, but here is a excerpt:

The photograph, with its translucent veil and interior light, suggests both a womb and a shroud. The pink light evokes life and warmth but also danger—flesh turned alien. The goal was to create a cover that feels beautiful but uneasy […]

Turning now from sights to sounds: I was pleased to participate in a series on literary translation for The Critic and Her Publics podcast, hosted by Merve Emre in conjunction with The New York Review of Books, Literary Hub, and the Hawthornden Foundation. This particular series of conversations makes up Season 3 of the podcast, and was released just a few months ago. Here’s the description:

In 1999, twelve distinguished writers gathered at Casa Ecco, a villa on Lake Como, to discuss the art of translation. Twenty-five years later, their ideas are still apt and powerful. Last October, Merve Emre convened a group of translators and publishers at the same villa to return to those ideas and to examine a field at an inflection point.

In this series, you’ll hear from the translators Maureen Freely, Daisy Rockwell, Virginia Jewiss, Jeremy Tiang, and Tiffany Tsao, as well as publishers Adam Levy (Transit Books) and Jacques Testard (Fitzcarraldo Editions).

A small group of men and women, in collage, next to a graphic that reads 'In Translation Como Conversazione'

The podcast is available to listen to on Apple, Spotify, and other venues. My personal favourite moments: talking about the importance of first sentences; Frankenstein’s monster; shame as occupational hazard for a literary translator; and the money aspect (grimmish).

My recent essay for Griffith Review, “Grave Years and the Undead Woman,” is now available to read for free, in its entirety, on the essays page of my website. This is due to the exclusivity period being up, which means I am now free to publish it here!

It’s been very encouraging to see receive so many positive responses from readers of the essay in GR itself and in its pdf form, most of them mothers – and many who are also writers – who have had similar feelings, experiences, and thoughts.

Text against a pale blue background, headed with the words, 'Grave Years and the Undead Woman' followed by a subheading

Some other good news, which I’ve known about for some time, but have been unable to share until recently: a co-translation, coming out in August next year! The English-language edition of Intan Paramaditha’s novel Night of a Thousand Hells (Indonesian title: Malam Seribu Jahanam) will be coming out in August next year with Scribe in Australia and Europa Editions in the UK and US, as translated by Stephen J. Epstein and myself. There was an announcement in The Bookseller, but I’d also like to thank my agent, Jayapriya Vasudevan of Jacaranda Literary Agency, who is not mentioned in the article, for representing Stephen’s and my interests as translators.

Stephen has been working with Intan for years, translating into English her short-story collection Apple and Knife and her novel The Wandering. I’ve been cheering them on for a long time, and was pleased to be invited on board to collaborate with them on the English-language edition of Intan’s very fantastic most recent novel. By good luck, Stephen happened to be passing through Sydney for a few hours on his way home to New Zealand, and he, Intan, and I got together for a celebratory lunch the day before the announcement was made. Here we are in Central Station on Gadigal land.

Three people in an enormous, high-ceilinged train station, with a clock suspended from the ceiling.

Somehow, between all the text-wrangling and reading-for-work, I’ve been managing to find time to read for leisure. Recent books include:

Translation is a Mode = Translation is an Anti-neoclonial Mode by Don Mee Choi (A slim genius pamphlet. Brilliant.)

Cannon by Lee Lai (A graphic novel. Inhaled it and felt out of breath. So many feelings.)

Theory and Practice by Michelle de Kretser (A novel. Straightforward and elegant.)

Where Reasons End by Yiyun Li (A novel. Heartbreaking.)

Paya Nie by Ida Fitri (A novel set in Aceh during the conflict – a window into women’s lives and a community, and the hardships they must endure.)

Hope you’re finding time to read for leisure, and pleasure, as well!

The Undead, a Deadline, Gainful Employment, and a Prize Won

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The good thing about having a lot of wonderful work projects is that you have a lot of wonderful work!

The bad things about having a lot of work is you have a lot of it.

In March, I started a part-time job at the Sydney Review of Books as their Deputy Editor. I’d worked at the SRB before, for a year, in a different capacity, less part-time than this one, and I was excited to rejoin its staff! I’ve enjoyed working there very much, but it’s meant that I’ve had to be much more efficient in managing my time in order to fit in my writing and translation projects, not to mention (to quote the Scooby-Doo villains), those pesky kids (whom I love, I really do). Here is a photo of them making cinnamon rolls with my aunt to show how cute they are.

If you already know what my next novel is about (out in May 2026), you may have suspected that I have complicated feelings about being a mother. I have found motherhood challenging, not because I don’t love my children, but because of society’s onerous expectations of mothers, to the detriment of their personhood and wellbeing. I wrote an essay for Griffith Review recently, on the way modern society sets a mother’s needs in opposition to those of her child’s. I am exceptionally proud of. It has taken me a few years to gain enough distance from being hit by the truck that is motherhood to be able to reflect on it articulately and critically. The essay is titled ‘Grave Years and the Undead Woman’ (and is behind a paywall for the time being, but please contact me at tiffany.a.tsao at gmail dot com if you’re interested in reading it and I’d be happy to email you a copy). Here is a short excerpt:

It strikes me that a living woman need not be bitten by a vampire or die a grisly death to become an undead creature. The moment she conceives, a woman occupies a position not dissimilar to that of vampire Lucy or the kuntilanak. That is, her wants as an individual are set in opposition to the welfare of others, specifically (her) children.

I would hazard to say that all women who have been pregnant or mothers have experienced this opposition, from the twentysomething due to start work next month staring in horror at the two pink lines on her pregnancy test to the fortysomething mother-of-three who is looking forward to returning to work only to discover there’s a fourth child on the way. From the woman six months along who yearns for a sip of wine or a lick of soft-serve ice-cream to the mother of a six-month-old pining for a nice dinner out with friends but feeling guilty about leaving her husband by himself to care for their child and for spending money she isn’t pulling in […]

Even when a woman willingly and lovingly forgoes her time, convenience, comfort and preferences for her child’s sake, the opposition remains. More specifically, as with Lucy and the kuntilanak, the opposition is always cast as between a child’s needs and a woman’s wants. Wants are forgoable, even selfish to indulge, especially if they are in conflict with a small, helpless being’s needs.

And it is undeniable that a woman doesn’t need to go to a restaurant or answer emails when she could be playing with her child. She can do without soft serve – and hummus, and rockmelon (a new addition), and all the other foods on the NSW Government Food Authority website highlighted in red and labelled DON’T EAT. A woman absolutely does not need even the smallest sip of wine. And a woman doesn’t require the freedom of movement that comes from feeding formula to her baby, which allows her to easily leave the baby in the care of someone else. Also, formula is expensive – why buy the formula when you can have the milk for free?

Even if she wants to, a woman needn’t go to work if her family doesn’t need the money. Why not focus on that most important of all jobs: being a mother? (I mean ‘job’ in the loosest sense of the word, because motherhood is its own reward and doesn’t involve any pay.) Childcare is costly anyway, especially in Australia (same logic as above – why buy the childcare when you can have the mother for free?). A woman doesn’t need to not be pregnant, though she may not want to be. A woman may want to lose her cool and yell and tell her child ‘no’, especially when she got only four hours of broken sleep the night before and her child thinks pulling all the clothes out of her drawer and scattering them around the apartment is hilarious. But is such negative behaviour really necessary? As one mum blogger, who has titled her blog Extremely Good Parenting, says, ‘Parenting without negative language like “no”, “don’t” and “stop” is an important part of my every single day.’

Sanctioning or condemning specific choices or behaviors is not my point here. I include these examples to show how the opposition between a woman’s wants and a child’s needs is constantly present in a woman’s life, taking a variety of forms. And, as with vampire Lucy and the kuntilanak, the line between wants and needs is fuzzy, with health authorities, websites, and child-rearing and parenting-advice experts labelling more and more of a mother’s actions and behaviors and deeds and thoughts wants, and hardly ever making use of the needs label, except in the direst circumstances.

At the same time, the list of what a child needs has become exhaustive and tyrannical. These needs may be called ‘best practice’ or ‘developmentally beneficial’ or ‘recommended’ or ‘essential for your child’ – but to knowingly not meet them if you are able to, even at great inconvenience or cost, would be to monstrously and unmaternally prioritise your own desires. (Like vampire Lucy. Like the kuntilanak.)

In other wonderful news pertaining to feeling undead: I’m just coming out of a co-translation project for a novel that had a severe deadline. Probably the severest deadline, given the quality of the translation work expected, I’ve ever had in my translation career. This meant that every waking moment – when I wasn’t working at the SRB or taking care of the kids – was spent working on this translation. It’s a wonderful book and I love the author and my co-translator, but I was having to deal with so many words and so much text on such a continuous basis, that it was beginning to take a severe toll on my brain and mental health. We also had to fight to keep translators’ copyright, which was eventually granted to us (thanks to my agent Jayapriya), but the publisher made it clear that they weren’t particularly happy about it and that it wasn’t their norm.

It feels so good to be pretty much done with the first (most work-intensive) stage of that project. And it made me remember that the vast number of literary translators work under even worse conditions, with ridiculous deadlines, on multiple projects, for low remuneration given the amount of time and thought required to produce quality work, sometimes unable to even retain the copyright for their translation (which must actually be actively signed away, as the copyright for one’s translation by default according to all countries’ copyright laws I’m aware of, actually adheres by default to the translator, the creator of that translation). Speaking for myself, though having a translator’s name on the cover has become a focal talking point for the discussion of translators’ rights, I think this is a superficiality compared to many other things. (But of course, having a translator’s name on the cover may help improve working conditions – it’s harder to mistreat someone with a public profile of some sort than someone who is kept in the shadows and thus can be squashed without anyone noticing.

Finally, a wonderful piece of news that just came in yesterday. My project to translate Grace Tioso’s novel Perkumpulan Anak Luar Nikah (working English-language title: The Born Out of Wedlock Club) has been chosen as one of six winners for the Inaugural PEN Presents x International Booker Prize.

As a Chinese Indonesian writer and translator, the subject matter of this book means a lot to me personally. Grace Tioso’s novel is about the legacy of state-inflicted trauma that Chinese Indonesians must deal with as part of their everyday reality. Humorous and light, but no less deeply touching and insightful, the novel is a gem. The book is represented by my agent Jayapriya Vasudvan at Jacaranda Literary Agency. We hope we will be able to find a publisher soon.

A Two-Book Deal & Lessons Learned

Tiffany Tsao

An official announcement has been made! An announcement about something I’ve been sitting on for a while. This sums up my literary life: a perpetual sitting on good news, waiting for the time I can “officially” announce its hatching. (I’m not complaining! But think about how uncomfortable it is for the good news, to be sat on for prolonged periods like that!)

And the good news? Here it is, at the top of a weekly roundup for book deals in Publishers Weekly. With a photo of me and everything!

An article from Publishers Weekly, dated January 10, 2025, by John Maher. "In a preempt, HarperVia's Alexa Frank took world English rights to two novels by 2023 PEN Translation Prize winner TIffany Tsao from Daniel Lazar at WRiters House for Jayarpiya Vasudevan at Jacaranda Literary Agency. The first title, But Won't I Miss Me, set for spring 2026, is a genre-blending meditation on trauma and motherhood "set in a world of new mothers who face Rebirth – birthing an identical, fitter self who eats the original mother and takes her place – and what unfolds as one mother emerges from the process sickly rather than strong."

And because I’m vain, here’s another screenshot from the Publishers Weekly newsletter that reports on global rights. It’s the Deal of the Week!


A non-writer friend pointed out how confusing the language is to someone outside the industry. So I’ll translate: the publisher HarperVia has bought two novels from me. Alexa Frank is the editor at HarperVia who made the acquisition. Jayapriya Vasudevan is my agent, but she worked with a US agent – “a co-agent” – Daniel Lazar to make the sale. That’s the gist, basically. Apart from the fact that…MY NEXT NOVEL IS COMING OUT IN 2026 (which is actually called But Won’t I Miss Me. Spot the typo in the announcement text. But you know what? I don’t mind!)

Though it doesn’t feel like it, it has been a long time since I’ve had a novel of my own come out! And milestones are as good a time as any to reflect on lessons learned.

  1. Time Moves Fast. It really does. It feels like only yesterday when my last published novel came out, first as Under Your Wings in Australia in 2018, then as The Majesties in the US and UK in 2020. 2020 shouldn’t seem like such a long time ago, but on the publishing treadmill it’s already considered “old,” from the Covid era, which is fast receding into the distance too. Imagine that.

    Funnily enough, it’s not as if I lounged around eating bon-bons after Under Your Wings/The Majesties came out. Apart from being busy raising two tiny children and being depressed, and dealing with all the craziness of the Covid times like everyone else, I translated three books and wrote the manuscript of the third instalment of my Oddfits trilogy (which continues its search for a new home). I came up with the idea for this forthcoming novel But Won’t I Miss Me in early 2019. And felt I didn’t have the time to sit down and write it until the end of 2022, when the Copyright Agency gave me a Create Grant to do so!

    Does this mean I should have done something differently? No, I don’t think so. I don’t think I could have written But Won’t I Miss Me sooner anyway. It took years to digest the experience and gain enough distance from its subject matter – the trauma of early motherhood – for me to write it well. But it does make me realize the importance of not comparing, despite the pressure to do so. It’s easy to look at other writers who are producing a book a year, a book every two years, and feel slow and incompetent by comparison. Some people are fast writers. Some people have more time to devote solely to writing. And some people don’t! It’s okay to go steadily at your own pace.

    Having said that, since this is a two-book deal, I do have to prioritize writing that next novel!

  2. Celebrate every win. Every win. Including announcements. There was a time when I would always be waiting for the “official” good thing to happen. And over time, I realized that the “official” time never came. After I’d sign a contract or a book announcement would happen, I’d think, well, but I’ll wait till the book comes out to really celebrate. And then once the book came out, I would think, well, I’ll wait for the reviews to be really good, or for it to get an award. No, no, no. Best to take the wins you have and recognize them for what they are: WINS.

    I’m SO excited about this two-book deal, and SO excited about But Won’t I Miss Me coming out in 2026!

  3. It takes a village to make a book deal. Or at least a small group of excellent people. A heartfelt thank you to Jacaranda Literary Agency and Jayapriya Vasudevan and Helen Mangham there for always championing and supporting my work. Thank you to our US co-agent, Daniel Lazar, (to whom credit goes for getting a US publisher for The Majesties as well)! Thank you so much to Alexa Frank, editor and fellow literary translator and wordsmith, for acquiring But Won’t I Miss Me and Yet-Unnamed-Next-Book! I’m so excited to be working with her!

    There are many others who deserve thank yous, and they’ll appear in the acknowledgements for the books. If I sound like I won an Emmy or something, it’s because, yeah, well, I’m celebrating every win! 😉