Science Is Still Only A

I Learned To Read At The Age Of Five, In Brother Justiniano's Class At The De La Salle Academy In Cochabamba, Bolivia. It Is The Most Important Thing That Has Ever Happened To Me. Almost Seventy Years Later I Remember Clearly How The Magic Of Translating The Words In Books Into Images Enriched My Life, Breaking The Barriers Of Time And Space.

It Is Rare And Almost Impossible For A Novel To Have Only One Narrator.

Death Isn't Enough. It Doesn't Remove The Stain. But A Slap, A Whiplash, Square On The Face, Does. Because A Man's Face Is As Sacred As His Mother Or His Wife.

This Fact Was Something I Also Learned From This First Novel That I Needed Personal Experience To Invent, To Fantasize, To Create Fiction, But At The Same Time I Needed Some Distance, Some Perspective On This Experience In Order To Feel Free Enough To Manipulate It And To Transform It Into Fiction. If The Experience Is Very Close, I Feel Inhibited. I Have Never Been Able To Write Fiction About Something That Has Happened To Me Recently. If The Closeness Of The Real Reality, Of Living Reality, Is To Have A Persuasive Effect On My Imagination, I Need A Distance, A Distance In Time And In Space.

The Truths That Seem Most Truthful, If You Look At Them From All Sides, If You Look At Them Close Up, Turn Out To Be Either Half Truths Or Lies.