It’s been a while since I read Ficciones but with the upcoming presentation at the 72nd World Science Fiction Convention in London in mid-August, I delved into the depth of Borges’s labyrinths. What’s in there? Was he really a clairvoyant genius? Or was he playing a guessing game? Or are his labyrinthine texts a recreation of
It was inevitable. He has been ill for a long time. It was just a matter of a year, two, maybe even months. But when the news came I did not want to hear it. Garcia Marquez is the reason I am who I am. His books brought me – no, dragged me, kicking and
…again. 🙂 It’s an interesting ride, you know – here’s a novel that most of us have read (and some even enjoyed) as undergrads and yet not many return to it. Why not? It’s not difficult language-wise, even with the voseo and references to places in Buenos Aires. It doesn’t have a particularly complicated plot
A couple of months ago I sat in the British Library enjoying a very simple pleasure – reading. The book in question: a Fondo de Cultura Económica collection of José Emilio Pacheco’s poetry, Tarde o Temprano. The book has all four poetry collections published by Pacheco in the 1960s – 1980s, plus some ‘free-flying’ poems which didn’t
It’s Friday afternoon and I would like to read something so very good, so very exciting and interesting and ‘oomph’! After a week of budgets, strategies and students, I’m ready for a bit of intellectual pampering. And nothing else will do – at least for me – but Octavio Paz. I have to say, I’m