I sometimes t
hink about it, you
know. I’m a
man, a product of
love between two different
people, and here
am I, living
under God’s mercy, unable to
grasp God’s mercy but
accepting
that it exists, just like
me (and you, and
we) e
xist, a lawyer that
enjoys reading
too much, for his
own sake. I
particularly like to
read novels. They
take us to places that we don’t
really understand, but k
now, or
maybe it’s the
opposite: that we k
now, but
don’t really (maybe, just maybe)
understand. If I were a
character in a
novel – and there were m
any times in my life that I
wished I was a character i
n a novel –
I would like to b
e a character from a
Latin-American
novel. They
seem so
fleshy, so
cool, so
violent, so
desperate, so
powerful, so
crazy, so
weak, so
amazingly, magically, realistically, hu
man and
poetic. I
sometimes think a
bout it, you
know. Like
this.
