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The truth and narrative, 3: my life with Roberto Bolaño
1987 I met Gondim in Rio de Janeiro in 1987. He brought me to Morro dos Prazeres, a favela whose name translates into English as “Hill of Pleasures.” We took the streetcar from downtown up to the neighborhood of Santa … Continue reading
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The truth and narrative, 2: my life with Julio Cortázar
In the midst of my Greenean visions, fueled from the outset by Pulling’s trip from Buenos Aires to Asunción, I picked up a novel called The Winners at my local bookstore. I was still in college, and I hadn’t met … Continue reading
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The truth and amoebas
Your body isn’t your own, exposed for all it really is: permeable, full of holes, part of the world. A floating thing tossed and spit on tumbling water not always clear, you become home to others, little animals here at … Continue reading
Tamba-Tajá, 3
Nego and his little brother outside the family’s house in Moju. This the final installment of Tamba-Tajá, the story of a trip to rural Amazonia in 1993. Double-click the photos to see them in original size. ______________________________________________________ We ate our … Continue reading
Tamba-Tajá, 2
This post continues the story of my trip to rural Moju in 1993. Double-click the photos to see them in original size. One more installment of the story is left… ______________________________________________________ Rosângela was Nego’s aunt, and it turned out he … Continue reading
Tamba-Tajá, 1
I’d been introduced to the Tamba-Tajá by Marga, who was a Lutheran minister, human rights activist, and liberation theologist. The bar’s owners were her friends, Iza and Rosângela, who were related by marriage. Iza had been a revolutionary and women’s … Continue reading
The truth and Brasília, 3: Faroeste Caboclo
Brazil is a country of inspired appropriation. Its peoples, cultures, sounds, and visions grind against each other. They rise up and smash together like tectonic plates. In the collision of Brazil and Brasília, the city of candangos gave the country … Continue reading
