Tres by Roberto Bolaño
A glimmer of hope: I am almost able to read in Spanish.
A glimmer of hope: I am almost able to read in Spanish.
Last night, as I wandered between bars and cafes in Taksim, North of the Golden Horn, I read most ofContinue Reading
I’ve said it before and I will say it again: Isabel Allende is brilliant, an under-rated writer of supreme skill,Continue Reading
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Having read and being very disappointed by One Hundred Years of Solitude recently, I thought I should take another quick puntContinue Reading
The following was written, but sadly not uploaded, late last night: The last book I read before this was (forContinue Reading
Over the last week I have slowly and laboriously read One Hundred Years of Solitude, the book broadly touted as GabrielContinue Reading
Well, I’ve been away four days and have already completed my first read of the trip. Roberto Bolaño’s HUGE TheContinue Reading
It’s hot, I’m sweaty, it’s almost late. I’ve just read a little novella by Gabriel García Márquez (Colombian, Nobel Laureate, octogenarianContinue Reading
I made a mistake. Open. Frank. Honest. I made a mistake. Several people have told me to read Roberto Bolaño.Continue Reading