This was an interesting book, powerful when the language caught me but ultimately just not enough to my taste to let me sink into it and really lose myself. It is a book during which I never forgot I was reading a book, for lack of a better way to explain it. It takes the life of an American journal...
Old Gringo was agony for me to read. Carlos Fuentes came to Houston a few weeks back and I drove in to see him. He was pretty much as I'd expected. An achingly handsome eighty-year-old man who writes poetic novels. And who sees life as experienced mainly through his manly body parts. This may work f...
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