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Daniel Chavarría, Adios Muchachos (Akashic Books, 2001), $13.95 paperback.
A salacious, gender-bending story about a Havana “bicycle hooker” named Alicia, who’s got more curves than J-Lo and an even savvier business sense. The prolific and perverse Uruguayan writer Chavarría, here translated into English for the first time, delivers a brilliantly comic, never sentimental parable about the real meaning of free trade.
Una historia lujuriosa y sexualmente torcida acerca de una “prostituta bicicletera” llamada Alicia, más curvilinea que Jennifer López y con un astuto sentido para los negocios. El perverso y prolífico escritor uruguayo Chavarría, traducido al ingles por vez primera con esta obra, nos entrega una brillante y nada sentimental parabola cómica acerca del verdadero sentido del libre comercio.
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