I understand that everybody is tired of hearing me chirp about Chirbes. But bear up, my friends. I still have 460 pages left. I’m dragging it out at this point because I know what happens on the last page. The writer dies of lung cancer. I’m going to be bawling. I need to prepare myself for that.
To compensate, I will soon talk to you about a completely different writer from an unexpected country and era that I discovered thanks to Chirbes. A truly excellent writer that I didn’t even know existed.
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