This appealing phrase from a fine article by Mario Vargas Llosa in today's Guardian, originally published last week in El País. It includes a eulogy to Madrid, an explanation of why the city was the target for the bombings, and what MVL thinks the future holds for Spain (presumably, he doesn't agree with the election result). The print version of the story features a picture of something called the "Puerto del Sol" - not the first time I've seen that basic error made over the last few days. But that's nothing compared to some of the other-wordly pronunciations of "Leicester" which were doing the rounds on the Spanish media following the arrest of those three bad boy soccer players.

And - tentative link though it may be - while we're on translations of Spanish-language novelists into English, here's Javier Marías, in the Threepenny Review, writing interestingly (and unusually concisely) on the William Faulkner legend.
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