Jacobo Bergareche abre las puertas de su biblioteca y recorre algunos de los libros que han marcado su vida como lector y escritor. Entre cartas de amor de adolescencia, ediciones raras y autores de referencia como Montaigne o Salinger, el novelista reflexiona sobre la lectura, la escritura y los temas que atraviesan su obra: el amor, el deseo, la pérdida y la memoria. Bergareche, que acaba de publicar Tío Grande con Asteroide, muestra también cómo dialoga con sus libros, llenándolos de notas, recuerdos y huellas de los lugares en los que los leyó.
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All three are well-known, globally recognized, and outstanding women in their fields. All three became mothers just days ago, almost simultaneously. All three had children without giving birth to them: one adopted, two used a surrogate. And all three, despite their different methods and the ways they told their stories, received the same warm congratulations. But are the three cases the same? In the United States, for a large majority, the answer is yes.
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You don’t have to live in El Cerrito, California, or have ever used Nextdoor, for this essay to resonate. For Oakland Review of Books, Amy Brown recounts buying her first home in the East Bay city and swiftly becoming the villain of her local Nextdoor—after her uncharitable Bluesky posts about the seniors opposing a library tax made their way back to her neighbors. Honest and funny, Brown’s essay explores being locally online—that weird, often uncomfortable place between online and IRL—and shows how (not) to talk to people you’ll run into at the grocery store.
Still, I spent multiple nights lying awake, thinking that everyone in this town must know I’m a bitch now. My son is supposed to start TK at the public school in the fall. What if his classmates’ parents use Nextdoor? What if the nice lady across the street who organizes a monthly dinner for our block uses Nextdoor? What if my neighbor already told everyone that the woman who moved into the house on the corner is an asshole? Does everyone I see on the street think I’m an asshole? Can they tell I don’t belong here? Do I have to go crawling back to my hometown and get a job at the car seat manufacturing plant?
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