“Christ with castanets,” says Alfau without emphasis; “Cheeses!” as I’m wont to say myself.
It’s hard, for me, to know what exactly to say about Chromos. Brilliant. Incredible. All the usual predicate adjectives that seem to say so much while saying so little, other than exert with some vehemence that I was taken by the novel, tossed around for a couple weeks, then deposited on this side of the TBRs-Accomplished. In my case, ‘tossed around for a couple weeks’ may be considered warning as Chromos...more
‘In Spain there is no aristocracy but only nobility, and there is a great difference, oh, yes!’
‘He remembered his...more
a good intro...providing a feel for the story...and i get a sense that the man, joseph coates, june, 1998, is not entirely sure of events in this story just as some reviewers here concluded. i dunno. i've read a number of...more