on the turbulent and portable river of our inchoate lives
on huckleberry finn
Borges, who wrote absolute masterpieces, explained it once already. Here’s the story: Borges goes to the theater to see a production of Macbeth. The translation is terrible, the production is terrible, the actors are terrible, the staging is terrible. Even the seats are uncomfortable. And yet when …
In my long conversations with Rodrigo Fresán about Philip K. Dick in bars and restaurants around Barcelona or at each other’s houses we’ve never run out of things to say.
These are some of the conclusions we’ve reached: Dick was a schizophrenic. Dick was a paranoiac. Dick is one of the ten best …
He insists that Paracelsus burn the rose and make it rise from the ashes, whether with alembics or with the Word.
in Turgenev, Carpentier’s precursor, the young students aren’t orphans and the revolution is thousands of versts away
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