To illustrate what literary genius is, I’m reading Castellanos Moya’s recent essay collection, and there’s a chapter on Vargas Llosa’s novel The Real Life of Alejandro Mayta. I didn’t like the novel, and I’m thinking, why do I need to read an essay about it?
But then I start reading, and it’s so good that I’m walking into walls and tripping over furniture. Castellanos Moya explains so well why I didn’t like the novel. Beautiful, incredible writing.