This is a story about love, but it is also about making choices. Savičević’s disjointed narrative is, at times, challenging, but it becomes evident that this is exactly the author’s ...
That’s what she’s doing now, on the train, for her boyfriend. You could come in on it if you want.
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I’m talking about a story that leaves a scar, an invisible scab that you return to weeks, months, and years after you’d read it.
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My grandma never spoke of the loneliness, never mentioned her loss. These unsaid things: these silences run in the family.
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As the Jeeps rush down the highway, the old man, 73-year-old artist Alvaro Enciso, asks Alicia the names of the dead migrants.
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We are, as writers, the solar collector, the hybrid engine: we take energy from what surrounds us or our remembering of surroundings
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One beer down, but more drunk on the charming bookstore I’m sitting in, this stark difference between a world long gone (Lisbon in the 1930s) and a world very much ...
