Monthly Archives: December 2010
‘Afterwards I feel something tugging at my pants. Huidobro’s ghost? No, it’s Parra’s cats, six or seven stray cats who every afternoon come to the garden of the greatest living poet of the Spanish language to eat his food. ‘ … Continue reading
“ I must have met Alcira in 1970 and the last time I saw her was probably in 76. I didn’t know about her death. In fact, a young Chilean writer named Matías Ellicker traveled to Uruguay, it’ll be a couple … Continue reading
“We continue to feel, hype notwithstanding, that this is one of the most important authors to emerge in the last decade, and we’ll try to stay on top of the work yet to appear: an essay collection, a book of … Continue reading
“Metió los dedos hasta el fondo, la chica gimió y alzó la grupa, sintió que sus yemas palpaban algo que instantáneamente nombró con la palabra estalagmita. He pushed his fingers all the way in, the girl moaned and raised her … Continue reading
“When I come across these young writers it makes me want to cry. I don’t know what the future holds for them. I don’t know whether a drunk driver will run them down some night or whether all of a … Continue reading
‘With every day that passes, I am more convinced that the act of writing is a conscious act of humility.” Read More….
“In spite of everything, his life was happy. It’s hard not to be happy, he used to say, in Buenos Aires, which is a perfect blend of Paris and Berlin, although if you look closely it’s more like a perfect … Continue reading