Hotel Damasco by Xavier Alcalá, Chapter II
Years went by, possibly some twenty, and the spinners of Soacinsa rarely crossed Don Emeterio’s mind. Vicente da Rula fell prey to a cancer that morphine could do little to…
Years went by, possibly some twenty, and the spinners of Soacinsa rarely crossed Don Emeterio’s mind. Vicente da Rula fell prey to a cancer that morphine could do little to…
Don Emeterio Suárez de Valcarría y Candia was a great huntsman, and an even better womaniser. It was well known throughout the region that, as soon as the season opened,…
Simon Whitaker has already read Brit Es Magazine’s new serial Hotel Damasco and it has set his mind whirring. Here are his thoughts on why you should read it too.
My love affair began in 2007. It’s one of those literary love stories, not because it mirrors those that appear in books but because it’s about the relationship between books…
She takes the corner of my eye and pulls me in over Pedro’s shoulder. For a brief moment, I think I’ve glimpsed Mathilde from uni, an instance of mistaken identity…
Oh God, tonight. Just got back with Juliana and Leon. Tired and drunk still, but want to write.
El Valle de los Caídos, a Catholic basilica and monumental memorial
Beginning of my pelicula. Sleepless night fretting. Low clouds of dawn.
My Spanish friends have expressed similar bemusement at our saccharine traditions. What on earth do decorated eggs, a generous rabbit and flowery hats have to do with the Passion? Probably…