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1985 - I am trapped in a spider web between two outstanding writers: Manuel
Puig of Argentina and José Emilio Pacheco of Mexico |
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In 1975 I finally met my idol, Julio Cortázar. His stature as a writer
is recognized world-wide -- and next to me, he's even taller. He's the one
who gave me the nickname I use, "martísima," in his honor. |
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Mexican
writer Carlos Fuentes wants me to enter his world of fiction, but I'm afraid
that if I do, I will never be able to escape it. |
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1986 - Ernesto Sabato never smiles. His writings are equally somber, but when
I told him how great he looked with a smile on his face he continued to smile
... for one whole day! |
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The greatest
writer EVER, Jorge Luis Borges, is "looking" at me, because I am asking
him if he really exists... |
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...and
he is sitting next to me, but I'm still not sure if he's there. |
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Other writers I admire: Marcos Aguinis (Argentina), Isabel Allende (Chile),
Luisa Valenzuela (Argentina), Luis Rafael Sánchez (Puerto Rico), Elena Poniatowska
(Mexico)-- some are still missing... |
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