I left in your mailbox ‘Cartas (1920–1941)’
James Joyce’s ‘Cartas (1920–1941)’ reveals a genius caught between literary glory and everyday hardships, with irony and weariness.
James Joyce’s ‘Cartas (1920–1941)’ reveals a genius caught between literary glory and everyday hardships, with irony and weariness.
The story of an old bookshelf that I filled with adventure books, becoming my refuge of stories and destinations.
Martí wrote with what he read. His ever-incomplete library stood as a fugitive writing.
Mario Praz, a melancholy flâneur, transforms the essay into a disguised autobiography, glossing the foreign as an encrypted self-portrait.
In Havana in the 1990s and the early 2000s, the book market, limited by censorship and a shortage of foreign editions, revealed a lost and forbidden time, where modern literature struggled to emerge in the face of the dominant ideology.
Du Bos writes his dedication to Proust as if Plotinus had written to Plato, more out of metaphysical affinity than material contact.
A personal library begins as an act of passion before becoming a great sacrifice.
I am indulging in memories. I have returned to the old sugar cane hut where I lived for a few