Review: Àlvaro Enrigue on Gabriel García Márquez
Gabriel García Márquez was for us, standard young Latin American literati, some sort of force of nature. He was like China: too big, too rich, too opaque. An oppressive figure impossible to decipher. This did not apply to his books, which if anything are limpid and fleet, but to the man. We read him in rapturous sleepless nights and went crazy for him, …
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