Dude, I’m so traumatized, I walk around dark as a storm cloud in May. Yes, Llosa was 89 but still. Did I mention that I met him in person? I mean, I know I did, but have I mentioned it recently? A hard-working person and a truly great writer, even if his personal life was very ridiculous (see HERE and also HERE. And HERE, as well).
My favorite by Vargas Llosa is The War of the End of the World. But it’s 772 pages of nightmarish, incandescent saga about a religious cult in Brazil. I also love The Green House but it’s very postmodern, and you need to be into South American postmodernism to get it.
I will probably use the writer’s death as an excuse to reread The War of the End of the World. This summer will be exactly 20 years since I read it, and I still shake with delight as I think of it.
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