Just re-read Isabel Allende's The House of Spirits for the first time in, um, some five years? Granted, her recent books have been... not very good, to put it mildly, but her old ones, especially this one, are still so wonderful and heartfelt. I really love this book, it's my favorite of hers, and it annoys me that she's been so harshly critisized by other Latinamerican authors, as if she wasn't worthy of being in their all boy's club.
No, she's not as good as Gabriel García Márquez. But you know what, Gabo? Your latest books haven't been that good, either. SIGH.
Criticism that is accurate, though, is about Paulo Coehlo. The man writes shit self-help books disguised as ~literature~, and it annoys me so much to see them be so acclaimed. BAH.
No, she's not as good as Gabriel García Márquez. But you know what, Gabo? Your latest books haven't been that good, either. SIGH.
Criticism that is accurate, though, is about Paulo Coehlo. The man writes shit self-help books disguised as ~literature~, and it annoys me so much to see them be so acclaimed. BAH.
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Oh, My Imagined Country is her autobiography, right? I kept meaning to read that...
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I fucking hate Cohelo. He's like the literary world answer to Ricardo Arjona. *rolls eyes* I picked up The Alchemist one time and I couldn't read beyond the first page. Just, urgh.
Allende is up for the National Literary Award, AGAIN, and AGAIN there's controversy about her deserving it. On the one hand, people who think she writes crap and it's only a best selling phenomenon. On the other, the ones who think she was put the name of Chilean Literature out in the world and that should be awarded.