![]() ![]() Fortunately, I’ve been similarly remiss in writing up a post as now I find I can make a small contribution to Spanish Lit Month, even if I don’t finish anything else on time. I started it, but didn’t finish on time, more due to lack of free time than the book itself. I had meant to read Pedro Páramo for last spring’s Classics Club “spin,” as well as for Richard’s (Caravana de recuerdos) Mexicanos perdidos en México winter-spring event. And that if I heard only silence, it was because I was not yet accustomed to silence–maybe because my head was still filled with sounds and voices. And though there were no children playing, no doves, no blue-shadowed roof tiles, I felt that the town was alive. ![]()
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