Carlos Eire

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Carlos Eire


Born
Havana, Cuba
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Average rating: 3.8 · 8,198 ratings · 1,153 reviews · 7 distinct worksSimilar authors
Waiting for Snow in Havana:...

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Learning to Die in Miami: C...

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“Memory is the most potent truth.
Show me history untouched by memories
and you show me lies.”
Carlos Eire

“Happiness includes all numbers. It's infinite and eternal.”
Carlos Eire, Learning to Die in Miami: Confessions of a Refugee Boy

“they dance so fast, good and evil, these two polar opposites. So tightly and furiously. You can’t dance with just one of these partners. If you cut into their dance, you end up with both, as a threesome. And if you fear cutting into the dance and taking a spin with good and evil, you end up dancing with the cross-eyed, ugly chaperone. Even the deepest, most wondrous love can sometimes bring you to that dismal dance, and then every single tune is a tango. A bad tango composed by an angry, drunken Argentine just for you and your loved one. A tango that never ends. But back to those Cuban parties: no dancing there. None at all. Furious”
Carlos Eire, Waiting for Snow in Havana: Confessions of a Cuban Boy

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