One of my boiler plate tests for determining if I will read a novel is the first and last…
While living in Mexico City in the early 60s and 70s I had a German friend who would call me up and we would…
My Rosemary and I are shortly going to New York City for a week and by sheer coincidence I was reading Jorge Luís Borges’s Prólogo de…
“Who?” “Anastasia.”