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What is a book? It is just a fable with faces! Novels are rubbish, too, written as rubbish, merely for idle people to read: believe me, litt...

the unspoken word will always remain unheard it will simmer in my eyes behind the trace of the last meeting it will stay on my lips behind t...

We, some friends and acquaintances had gathered to hear the saddest love songs at our favourite cafe bar at the corner of the main street in...

" It seems to me that one of the most successful and effective forms of tackling the political is by the technique of the thriller or t...

Memed, My Hawk is the story after the first story, it belongs to the pantheon of first stories, and it also puts an end to all other stor...

Horacio Castellanos Moya's Senselessness brought him to the attention of the English reading world last year. Senselessness was easily ...

On the last evening on this earth, we cut off our days From our shrubs, and we count the ribs that we will carry with us And the ribs that w...

I must admit that I thoroughly liked reading Herzog on Herzog , a collection of interviews that chronologically traces the life and career o...

For a time, the high valley was shrouded in cloud, and for the length of an afternoon they gazed out of the huge panoramic windows, set on t...

3. Cinema verite confounds fact and truth, and thus plows only stones. And yet, facts sometimes have a strange and bizarre power that makes ...

Finally, a few words about Aristakisyan. I mean, I overcome my reserve, I give in to the blogging way, of talking about Artur Aristakisyan, ...

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"Indeed", Walser writes about ash, "if one goes into this apparently uninteresting subject in any depth there is quite a lot ...

The relentless alliance between sadness and the search for time lost is surely a recipe for disaster. For who knows where these dark ramblin...

We can say that the The Tanners does not have a plot; it does not follow the conventionalities of a novel, we meander through it, we read i...