Here's mine, one among the multitude of voices have been raised to celebrate the Nobel Prize for Vargas. Of course I also without doubt one of the myriad of voices that have hailed the successful, this time, Vargas concession award many times controversial. Without linguistic homeland. Without ideological reservations. Plain and simple because I think a novelist exceptional. Say not long ago that I could consider myself only a casual reader of novels. Read novels, of course, and not a few have fallen by now, but I kept with me almost always, and even some still do, not believe the terrible trial of this kind had Cioran. For cioraniano then (and now, alas), I could not, could not consider it my favorite genre, which served me well perhaps to hide my laziness, need not deceive ourselves. I no longer think alike. Despite not forget that negative opinion influenced me so much, I acknowledge that I have been very happy reading novels, much more than we ever could have imagined at the time of my unblemished denial. One of those moments of almost inexpressible joy it gave me exactly Vargas. It happened when I read about four summers ago The Feast of the Goat. I read that novel absolutely sucked into their amazing fabulous energy and hypnotic. Also linguistic. Literature. From this reading I think I could consider myself completely refurbished for the novel because I support today with relish (and keeping intact my admiration for Cioran, huh?, Mind you). So I have to be grateful to Vargas. And that is why I am so glad that you have received the premiazos premiazo of which, as is often said (and no doubt on this occasion), adorns the giver more than the recipient.
Indeed, evil, grief Vargas / García is on tables. At what level will deliver the next assault?
Indeed, after reading this summer The Feast of the Goat , I loaded Libra Don De Lillo. Another performance. But that's what I already have another day ...
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