Twelve years ago I was in this city. One of the vivid memories of Panama was my reading of The Three Musketeers and A Journey to the Center of the Earth. Yesterday in the same city I finished Verghese's Cutting for Stone. I think it was Mario Vargas Llosa who said that One hundred years of solitude is a complete novel, a very special book that tells the story of a town from the beginning to the end through different generations. Cutting for Stone reminds me of One hundred. Cutting is one of those books that are complete, they contain a full universe. Cutting left a deep impression of how truthful sometimes fiction is.
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