![]() ![]() ![]() When it was first published in Mexico City in 1955, it received a few tepid notices and sold poorly. Its author was 37 at the time, or 38. ![]() It’s as primitive and uncanny as a folk tale, plain-spoken but infinitely complex, a neat little metaphysical machine-one of those small, perfect books that remake the world out of paradox, like Waiting for Godot, or Nadja. It’s a very strange book let me admit that at the outset. ![]()
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