¡Viva México! ¡Viva Irlanda!
This is Urrea, a hell of a writer who’s wickedly funny, writes sex scenes like Neruda, and constructs his 60-plus-years narrative with the care of an urban planner.
My mother Carmen often sent me to La Paloma Market, while my brother Salomon watched I Love Lucy reruns.
It’s a bit of a mystery why Rulfo remains so unfamiliar in the United States compared with similarly popular Latin American authors who have managed to attract wide followings in English translation.
My heart pounded in my chest—not once in my life had I seen a book (fiction) about someone so much like me.