By Mario Vargas Llosa
Mario Vargas Llosa's A Fish within the Water is a twofold booklet: a memoir of 1 of Latin America's such a lot celebrated witers, starting along with his beginning in 1936 in Arequipa, Peru; and the tale of his association of the reform circulate which culminated in his bid for the Peruvian presidency in 1990.
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She had an opalescent complexion, like milk glass; you could see the fine blue veins at her temples. In the queasy fluorescence of the guesthouse, her hair looked almost green. We paid Chung seventy Hong Kong dollars apiece, and he handed us keys to two small, adjoining rooms. And there we were: officially ensconced in Asia. I closed my door and dropped my backpack on the floor, the thunk reverberating off the tiles. I sat down on the bed. In a few minutes, Claire would come over to uncork the champagne we’d brought to toast our arrival.
With that, she hung up. I stood there incredulous, the gunmetal receiver heavy in my hand. Mr. Chung waited respectfully off to the side, pretending to sort a pile of tourist brochures. Of all my family members, my grandmother had always been my staunchest ally. For years, she’d fancied herself a Communist. When she wasn’t berating her housekeeper—whom she degradingly called “the domestic”—she’d sit back in a crushed velvet armchair with an enormous gin and tonic and speak glowingly of Trotsky.