His essays in the S's are amazing. One is "Silvia" and the other "Sex."
His weighty, fantastic, slow, well considered Mexican intellectualism...touched by social issues, vibrant literary circles, throaty real sensuality, moonlit tequila...if you miss reading, thinking and feeling. Pick this book up.
I'm going to write my A-Z 2009 and put it into a slide show. Maybe if I do it every year, one paragraph of mine with carry the heart and mental athleticism one of his well placed words does. One day.
In Silvia he writes of the love he found with his wife.
"All that unites us and even those that might separate us, become a meeting point, question mark and in the end, alliance."
This work begins to answer some questions I have on death. Love. How to survive death, consider death, live with death. He lost his son.
In "sex" he spends a few sentences on a lover who killed herself. He spends more on describing the prostitutes and brothels of Mexico. Of beauty and loss. Of love temporary and loss embraced.
Apollonaire, he says, said some people die so we can love them.
