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 Cortzar 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.
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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 Cortzar 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.
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