Buenos Aires, Argentina
I was born in Buenos Aires, on November 8th, 1942. As worthy men have said, in my fiction, there is a curious mixture of fantasy and humour that sometimes comes in a grotesque framework, and always in a verisimilar one. I like reading more than writing, and, in fact, I don't write too much. After thirty-two years, I do not have a long bibliography to show. As with anybody else, to a greater or lesser extent, I have received a good number of literary prizes.
A cautionary tale about irrational fears, spiders and, perhaps, friendship.
Humorous fable about an honest beggar, a miserly Lady and an infatuated butler.
* Story contains bad language
A book lover lends one of his prized possessions to a mysterious girl.
A reluctant banker tries horn playing as a substitute for his errant girlfriend.
A renegade experimental psycologist explains how to inflict his methods on the general public.
When his key breaks off on the inside of his apartment, the narrator must fight bureaucracy and apathy in increasingly desperate attempts to
* Story contains bad language
Rivalry erupts amongst the inhabitants of an apartment building.
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