Book collecting is an intimate and symbolic practice which, by valuing each book as a unique object with its own material biography, turns the library into a sensory autobiography of the collector.
First chronicle of the most bibliophile of flâneurs. Today, on the streets of Lisbon.
I read to save myself. I read everything, Greek theater and Sholokhov’s trash. Marcel Proust and the terrifying Chapaiev.
The story of an old bookshelf that I filled with adventure books, becoming my refuge of stories and destinations.
In 1925, Mañach lamented the cultural decline of Cuba; today, in the throes of agony, there is a lack of critical and historical books that give meaning to our identity.
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.
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
