Keeping true to the “joyous and noisy” spirit of the people he found when visiting Cuba, Renshaw adds to Bizet’s arias the vibrant and effervescent rhythms of mambo, salsa, rumba ...
But in Cuba, Che will never age, not as long as the myth is perpetuated.
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We all like a good story. The reliable arch of a narrative is what impels us to read, to go to the theatre, to write. For this reason I will ...
Fiction can comfortably contain ambiguity; its flesh and blood creations can make no sense, contradict themselves, and in be- ing fully human, represent experience to us in ways that opinion ...
The shrill insistence of the hotel phone dragged Luca Sasso from a heavy sleep. He reached out and took a slug from last night’s whiskey, which sat crystallising in a ...
I’d known from the start that it was going to end well and badly at the same time, because there was something about her that reminded me of my mother, ...
I hate losing. And losing twice makes me madder still. So I should have known as soon as I saw you, but no, the rum went right to my head….
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“That they not kill me!” the condemned man hurried to reply.
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The sun comes into the room and they cover their eyes with their hands. Just beyond her, the outline of the tower of Revolution Square in Havana.
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The Guerrilla Girls introduced me to a different kind of conversation about art…
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Structure and improvisation are close relatives, like brother and sister.
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When I left Cuba with my family, the only thing we brought with us was a photo album everything else was left behind.
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Here, there are spaces for everybody—you just need to realize what makes you different from the rest of the crowd and amplify it.
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I woke with my head wanting to crack from the pain, to split in two from the pain. My brains sliding out of my ears on their own. Through osmosis ...
