"let's leave," she whispered, "on a ship with smooth white sails and wooden planks that smell like seaweed, with a prow that shines as the ghosts of mermaids dance across the deck."
Global Comment’s Book Club: April 2024
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After the death of Gabriel García Márquez in April 2014, it seemed
impossible that we would ever read more magical realism from his pen, but
this year br...
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