“He had always had vague, artistic visions, that is to say, he was a daydreamer. Because of this, at the age of fifty he had no house of his own, no wife (she had divorced him and he couldn’t say that he didn’t understand why), no steady work.”
Do you remember that feeling when you first started reading serious books and felt this incredible sense of recognition – as if they were writing about you? Well, this can actually turn out not to be such a good thing.
The quote is from Cristina Peri Rossi’s “After Hours”, translated by Megan Berkobien from the Spanish.
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