Traducción de Joaquín Gallardo
207 pages. Fifty cents.
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Earlier today: Pain (drawing)
“The beginning of an end comes surreptitiously....”
This is about me and why my name
pronounced correctly sounds equally wrong.
The hyphen in my side cries like a thorn.
And no book teaches that frayed dialect.
You were all comedy, you know — a five-foot, 170-pound woman heading our way on stumpy legs, eating figs. You were glorious and proud, tragic, dramatic, and overblown, assertive as they come. You were going somewhere. Your holy mission was to arrive, and to make your presence known.
“Steven Joyce’s book offers a fascinating combination of various literary forms. Readers will find it both enjoyable and instructive. The author maintains that we can recapture, through reading, the uplifting romantic spirit of an earlier age. I am happy to report that this volume does indeed rekindle that spirit. It did for me.”
Susanna PiontekMember, PEN Club and of Die Kogge,European Writers’ Association