Si bien al libro 'El joven audaz sobre el trapecio volante' (magnífico título) le pongo cuatro estrellas, a William Saroyan como escritor le pondría cinco estrellas como cinco soles, a pesar de que éste es el primer libro que leo de él (aunque ya vendrán más). No sé si sabré explicar el por qué. ...
“Evan?” she said. “I don’t know what happened, only I do. I know what happened. I didn’t want it to happen, only I did. I made it happen. I was the one who made it happen. I did it, Evan. It didn’t happen by itself. I did it because I wanted to. I didn’t care who it was, because I didn’t care, be...
Merely to be standing again, I had thought all night. Merely to be in the light again, standing, breathing, being alive. I left my bed quietly in the darkness of early morning and put on my clothes, a blue cotton shirt, a pair of corduroy pants, stockings and shoes. It was November and it was beg...
‘Shall I stick it up the way the little girl does?’ ‘Yes, I’d like to see that.’ ‘But don’t look until I’m ready, all right?’ ‘All right.’ This is what we do, the man thought, and out of it the earth is peopled. ‘Ready.’ He turned and saw her stuck up the way the little girl always was when she w...