Adolfo Bioy Casares

They're everywhere at once.

I think I talked about it on, um, on, uh, the Coyote vs. Acme bonus pod, but if that concept interests you, you should check out the book The Invention of Morel by [laughs] Adolfo Bioy Casares.

I feel like several, um-

I've probably mentioned that book several times

The one that lasts until the end of her life is named Silvina Ocampo.

[paper rustles] [instrumental music plays] Now, Silvina is older, she's famous, and she's married to Adolfo Bioy Casares, sitting at the center of the Argentine literary aristocracy.

Pizarnik's letters to her aren't really subtle.

Alejandra tells Silvina she loves her with no bottom in it.

The event took place some five years ago.

Bioy Casares had had dinner with me that evening, and we became lengthily engaged in a vast polemic concerning the composition of a novel in the first person, whose narrator would omit or disfigure the facts and indulge in various contradictions which would permit a few readers, very few readers, to perceive an atrocious or banal reality.

From the remote depths of the corridor, the mirror spied upon us.

We discovered, such a discovery is inevitable in the late hours of the night.