Arrebato [madrid]
I used to live in Madrid, but now I only go when I’m able, and feel like it. When I get there I perform certain rituals, like a pilgrim arriving at Santiago de Compostela. One is to have a beer at a great bar called Pepe Botella, and another is to give in to the temptation of Arrebato (“Rapture”), a bookstore on La Palma street, right in the middle of Malasaña. It’s a second-hand bookstore, but that second hand has a soft touch. Pepe, the bookseller, finds objects of value to the literary sybarite and offers them up for sale instead of keeping them for himself, which is what I would do. It’s not like Tipos Infames, a nearby bookstore with a Michelin star for selling new work. It’s a space for exploration, a place where you never know what you’re going to find. Pepe knows everything about Spanish and Spanish American poetry, and laughs a little when he sees me with the Stephen King novels I scoop up from this fount to feed my collection spilling from my arms. I tell him I’m a bit of a freak, and he indulges me. Then we get to talking about poets, about our friend Ajo Micropoetisa, and about the situation in Spain. Arrebato is my School of Continuing Education.
I did penance there, once.
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Arrebato Libros – La Palma 21 – Madrid
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História de amor
Bernardo Carvalho
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Antes mesmo de ele completar dez anos, a mãe já o obrigava a acompanhá-la até o cais para negociar o peixe que os homens traziam de... Read More »
Cardenio (excerpt)
Carlos Gamerro
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Profética [puebla]
Rafael Toriz Translated by Julia Ostmann
Chatting Over A Drink Conversation in the Convent
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Lions
Iosi Havilio translated by Andrea Rosenberg
And in the middle of the day came the night . . . Down the hill, all made of shadows, the Protagonist... Read More »

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