The Old Patagonian Express

The Old Patagonian Express

Travel is a vanishing act, a solitary trip down a pinched line of geography to oblivion. What’s become of Waring Since he gave us all the slip? But a travel book is the opposite, the loner bouncing back bigger than life to tell the story of his experiment with space....
My Brilliant Friend

My Brilliant Friend

On December 31st of 1958 Lila had her first episode of dissolving margins. The term isn’t mine, she always used it. She said that on those occasions the outlines of people and things suddenly dissolved, disappeared. That night, on the terrace where we were celebrating...
My Brilliant Friend

My Brilliant Friend

Days passed. I looked at my e-mail, at my regular mail, but not with any hope. I often wrote to her, and she almost never responded: this was her habit. She preferred the telephone or long nights of talk when I went to Naples. I opened my drawers, the metal boxes...