by Mario Vargas Llosa
New Year’s Day hits me the hardest. Flood gates are opened with gusto of treacherous past mocking my civilized sanctuary. Liquor cabinets once again see the light generating frenzy in my large intestine. Endless boxes of Kleenex are opened in utter delight, warm vegetable broth stream down my esopha...
Finished! Father, son and wife - they certainly all deserve eachother. I will throw at you all the thoughts that this novel throws at me. These three characters continually throw the real and the imaginary at each other. Delightfully, absurdly and horribly. What is real and what isn't? Well the read...
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