Cartas: 1965-1968
“I hate literary letters, carefully drafted, copied over and over; I sit at the typewriter and let the vast river of thoughts and affection flow,” Julio Cortázar wrote in 1942: a statement he lived by. In these letters, which read like a personal diary, autobiography and «binnacle» for his books, we glimpse the making of an unmistakable style. Ever-inquisitive, Cortázar delves into every aspect of his efforts as a writer, his political restlessness and personal ups-and-downs. He sums up each day, comments on what he reads, hears and sees, and recounts his adventures as a translator,...