Notes on Fictional Beauty in The Year of the Death of Ricardo Reis
Reading Saramago, The Year of the Death of Ricardo Reis: Marcenda leaned back on the sofa, slowly stroking her left hand, her back to the window, her face scarcely visible. Normally Salvador would appear now to turn on the chandelier, the pride and joy of Hotel Baraganca, but on this occasion he does not, as if to show his displeasure at being excluded from a conversation which he, after all, made possible. This is how they repay […]