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I’ve just finished Martha Batalha’s The Invisible Life of Euridice Gusmao, remedying a tiny bit my ignorance of Brazillian literature (I’m not a fan of its biggest star, Coehlo). Right from the start, it took me back to my late teens and early twenties, when I went through an intense phase of reading only South American literature, though none of the writers was from Brazil. Magic realism was all the rage then and I found it to my taste so I couldn’t get enough of Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Isabel Allende, Mario Vargas Llosa and others. I bought and read every book Allende had written. Then, quite abruptly, I lost all interest: I read a truly repulsive short story by (I think) Julio Cortazar and that was that, I switched to a very different kind of literat…
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