So we went to Mario Vargas Llosa’s event at St. Louis University today.
When I saw Vargas Llosa right in front of me I became very agitated. I tried explaining to N why I was getting so emotional.
“Imagine if that was live Pushkin sitting there!” I said. “How would you feel?”
“Pushkin already is sitting right in the middle of every Russian’s soul,” N deadpanned.
The last time I saw a queue as long as the one people formed to have their books signed by Vargas Llosa was in 1990 in St. Petersoburgh when people were lining up to buy ice-cream in the -30 C weather.
When I came up to the writer and gave him my copy of one of his books to sign, I got so nervous that I suddenly spoke to him in a strong Spanish accent.
“You are from Spain?” Vargas Llosa concluded. “I love Spain.”
I’ll post more on the actual event tomorrow.

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