February 24, 2006
A Very Old Man with Enormous Wings
On the third day of rain they had killed so many crabs inside the house that Pelayo had to cross his drenched courtyard and throw them into the sea, because the newborn child had a temperature all night and they thought it was due to the stench. The world had been sad since Tuesday. Sea and sky were a single ash-gray thing and the sands of the beach, which on March nights glimmered like powdered light, had become a stew of mud and rotten shellfish. The light was so weak at noon that when Pelayo was coming back to the house after throwing away the crabs, it was hard for him to see what it was that was moving and groaning in the rear of the courtyard. He had to go very close to see that it was an old man, a very old man, lying face down in the mud, who, in spite of his tremendous efforts, couldn’t get up, impeded by his enormous wings…
When Gabriel Garcia Marquez Met Hemingway in Paris, one rainy spring day in 1957
Love in the time of viagra. Salon review of “Memories of My Melancholy Whores”
When driving thru Boyle Heights last week, I was so elated when I crossed a Gabriel Garcia Marquez Street. What a blast!
Unrelated, Happy birthday, Salvadore Tessio - 85 years young today
More Unusual Links About Borges & Marquez Here
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I was just watching the Late Night episode with the Lighting of the Vigoda. It was heartwarming.
Posted by: Vruba at Feb 24, 2006 9:47:10 PM