I’d recently passed my doctoral exams in literature at New York University and was writing a dissertation on Jorge Luis Borges’ essays on the origins of the tango. The work was slow and confusing. I was tormented by the feeling I was just filling page after futile page. I spent hours staring out ...
I know that when she gave it to me there were photos of Emilia with her father at the funeral of the film director Leopoldo Torre Nilsson and at a gala given by the comandantes for the king and queen of Spain, but I’m confusing what I see with the things Emilia told me. There are many ant trails ...