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”On March 1, 2020, after returning from a conference in Portugal, Luis Sepúlveda was confirmed as the first man in the Asturias region of Spain to be infected by COVID-19. By March 11, it was reported that Sepúlveda was in critical condition, that he was in an induced coma with assisted breathing due to multiple organ failure in an Oviedo hospital.He died on April 16 due to the virus.”--Wikipedia

This novel won the Tigre Juan Award in 1988. It was his first novel.

”He could read!

It was the most important discovery of his whole life. He could read. He possessed the antidote to the deadly poison of old age. He could read. But he had nothing to read.”


Antonio Jose Bolivar Proano has lived in the jungle of Ecuador for nearly forty years. He once lived with the Shuar natives, but tragic circumstances required him to leave his adopted tribe and settle with his fellow whites in the small village of El Idilio. He was once a great hunter, but now he has become old and enjoys nothing more than losing himself in the pain and anguish of doomed love stories. A dentist who shows up twice a year to extract teeth from the villagers brings him two new books. The dentist knows a hooker who has the exact same taste in books as Bolivar.

Bolivar would be quite content to lead his simple life and while away the hours of his days enthralled by the passions of fictional people, but a man is killed by a female ocelot after he killed her cubs and wounded her mate. Bolivar is forced to join the hunt for the female by the fat, wife-beating mayor, whom everyone calls the Slimy Toad behind his back. ”His wife will kill him. She’s piling up hatred but hasn’t got enough yet. These things take time.”

These things take time. I wonder how many wives right now are contemplating creative ways to murder their husbands after being quarantined with them for several weeks. :-) Let’s hope these are only fantasies and that the piling up of unhappiness merely leads to divorce, not murder most foul.

Bolivar finds what is left of a settler and a dead American, killed by the grief-stricken ocelot. The jungle is rather tidy with debris. ”The American was lying a few yards further on. The ants had done a magnificent job, leaving their bones as smooth as plaster. The American’s skeleton was receiving the last attention of the ants. They were carrying away his straw-colored hair strand by strand, like tiny women woodcutters felling coppery trees, to strengthen the entrance tunnel to their anthill.”

The ocelot has a taste for blood now, the blood of man, and she won’t stop killing them until her last breath.

Bolivar doesn’t want to be the one, but he knows he has to be the one. He soon finds himself in a desperate struggle to kill an animal he sympathizes with before she manages to kill him. I keep thinking about The Old Man and the Sea, as one man battles the forces of nature. This is considered an ecological novel and certainly shines a light on the negative impact of the West on those regions of the world that were existing in balanced harmony before the trudge of their big feet, the jangle of their equipment, their loud voices, their arrogance, their pathological need to hunt, and their fascination in gazing upon primitive cultures (reminding me of those who search out poverty porn) turn a jungle into chaos.

I really love the sweet, subtle power of this novel. The resistance of a culture to technology and the metal monsters of guns and machines. The respect that the Shuar people show the jungle and the wonder they feel as they encounter mystical elements that seemingly defy science. I love thinking about this leather-skinned, old man pondering the mysteries of love as he listens to the river and turns the pages of a book.

There is a movie based on the book, starring Richard Dreyfuss, that was released in 2001. I’ve not been able to track down a copy to watch, but certainly intend to when I finally find a way.

Sepulveda’s life reads like a novel, not a love story, but one fraught with constant danger. He was arrested twice in his home country of Chile and tortured by the General Augusto Pinochet regime. He was an ardent supporter of the rights of people. He eventually was released after pressure by Amnesty International and chose to live in Germany because of his great love for the literature of that country. If you get a chance, do read about his life on Wikipedia. He was certainly a man who used the power of his pen to try and expose the abuses of those in power. It is unfortunate that it took a news story about his death appearing on my cell phone for me to be motivated to finally read one of his books.

This is a slender, but powerful book. You won’t regret spending an afternoon with Bolivar and his struggle with his conscience as he tracks down a cat who has every right to be vengeful.

If you wish to see more of my most recent book and movie reviews, visit http://www.jeffreykeeten.com
I also have a Facebook blogger page at:https://www.facebook.com/JeffreyKeeten and an Instagram account https://www.instagram.com/jeffreykeeten/

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this novel won the tigre juan award in 1988. it was his first novel.

”he could read!

it was the most important discovery of his whole life. he could read. he possessed the antidote to the deadly poison of old age. he could read. but he had nothing to read.”


antonio jose bolivar proano has lived in the jungle of ecuador for nearly forty years. he once lived with the shuar natives, but tragic circumstances required him to leave his adopted tribe and settle with his fellow whites in the small village of el idilio. he was once a great hunter, but now he has become old and enjoys nothing more than losing himself in the pain and anguish of doomed love stories. a dentist who shows up twice a year to extract teeth from the villagers brings him two new books. the dentist knows a hooker who has the exact same taste in books as bolivar.

bolivar would be quite content to lead his simple life and while away the hours of his days enthralled by the passions of fictional people, but a man is killed by a female ocelot after he killed her cubs and wounded her mate. bolivar is forced to join the hunt for the female by the fat, wife-beating mayor, whom everyone calls the slimy toad behind his back. ”his wife will kill him. she’s piling up hatred but hasn’t got enough yet. these things take time.”

these things take time. i wonder how many wives right now are contemplating creative ways to murder their husbands after being quarantined with them for several weeks. :-) let’s hope these are only fantasies and that the piling up of unhappiness merely leads to divorce, not murder most foul.

bolivar finds what is left of a settler and a dead american, killed by the grief-stricken ocelot. the jungle is rather tidy with debris. ”the american was lying a few yards further on. the ants had done a magnificent job, leaving their bones as smooth as plaster. the american’s skeleton was receiving the last attention of the ants. they were carrying away his straw-colored hair strand by strand, like tiny women woodcutters felling coppery trees, to strengthen the entrance tunnel to their anthill.”

the ocelot has a taste for blood now, the blood of man, and she won’t stop killing them until her last breath.

bolivar doesn’t want to be the one, but he knows he has to be the one. he soon finds himself in a desperate struggle to kill an animal he sympathizes with before she manages to kill him. i keep thinking about the old man and the sea, as one man battles the forces of nature. this is considered an ecological novel and certainly shines a light on the negative impact of the west on those regions of the world that were existing in balanced harmony before the trudge of their big feet, the jangle of their equipment, their loud voices, their arrogance, their pathological need to hunt, and their fascination in gazing upon primitive cultures (reminding me of those who search out poverty porn) turn a jungle into chaos.

i really love the sweet, subtle power of this novel. the resistance of a culture to technology and the metal monsters of guns and machines. the respect that the shuar people show the jungle and the wonder they feel as they encounter mystical elements that seemingly defy science. i love thinking about this leather-skinned, old man pondering the mysteries of love as he listens to the river and turns the pages of a book.

there is a movie based on the book, starring richard dreyfuss, that was released in 2001. i’ve not been able to track down a copy to watch, but certainly intend to when i finally find a way.

sepulveda’s life reads like a novel, not a love story, but one fraught with constant danger. he was arrested twice in his home country of chile and tortured by the general augusto pinochet regime. he was an ardent supporter of the rights of people. he eventually was released after pressure by amnesty international and chose to live in germany because of his great love for the literature of that country. if you get a chance, do read about his life on wikipedia. he was certainly a man who used the power of his pen to try and expose the abuses of those in power. it is unfortunate that it took a news story about his death appearing on my cell phone for me to be motivated to finally read one of his books.

this is a slender, but powerful book. you won’t regret spending an afternoon with bolivar and his struggle with his conscience as he tracks down a cat who has every right to be vengeful.

if you wish to see more of my most recent book and movie reviews, visit http://www.jeffreykeeten.com
i also have a facebook blogger page at:https://www.facebook.com/jeffreykeeten and an instagram account https://www.instagram.com/jeffreykeeten/ tropes, and make for ample material in ryan murphy's long-lived anthology series. Indeed, 2 kings informs us that hezekiah ”on march 1, 2020, after returning from a conference in portugal, luis sepúlveda was confirmed as the first man in the asturias region of spain to be infected by covid-19. by march 11, it was reported that sepúlveda was in critical condition, that he was in an induced coma with assisted breathing due to multiple organ failure in an oviedo hospital.he died on april 16 due to the virus.”--wikipedia

this novel won the tigre juan award in 1988. it was his first novel.

”he could read!

it was the most important discovery of his whole life. he could read. he possessed the antidote to the deadly poison of old age. he could read. but he had nothing to read.”


antonio jose bolivar proano has lived in the jungle of ecuador for nearly forty years. he once lived with the shuar natives, but tragic circumstances required him to leave his adopted tribe and settle with his fellow whites in the small village of el idilio. he was once a great hunter, but now he has become old and enjoys nothing more than losing himself in the pain and anguish of doomed love stories. a dentist who shows up twice a year to extract teeth from the villagers brings him two new books. the dentist knows a hooker who has the exact same taste in books as bolivar.

bolivar would be quite content to lead his simple life and while away the hours of his days enthralled by the passions of fictional people, but a man is killed by a female ocelot after he killed her cubs and wounded her mate. bolivar is forced to join the hunt for the female by the fat, wife-beating mayor, whom everyone calls the slimy toad behind his back. ”his wife will kill him. she’s piling up hatred but hasn’t got enough yet. these things take time.”

these things take time. i wonder how many wives right now are contemplating creative ways to murder their husbands after being quarantined with them for several weeks. :-) let’s hope these are only fantasies and that the piling up of unhappiness merely leads to divorce, not murder most foul.

bolivar finds what is left of a settler and a dead american, killed by the grief-stricken ocelot. the jungle is rather tidy with debris. ”the american was lying a few yards further on. the ants had done a magnificent job, leaving their bones as smooth as plaster. the american’s skeleton was receiving the last attention of the ants. they were carrying away his straw-colored hair strand by strand, like tiny women woodcutters felling coppery trees, to strengthen the entrance tunnel to their anthill.”

the ocelot has a taste for blood now, the blood of man, and she won’t stop killing them until her last breath.

bolivar doesn’t want to be the one, but he knows he has to be the one. he soon finds himself in a desperate struggle to kill an animal he sympathizes with before she manages to kill him. i keep thinking about the old man and the sea, as one man battles the forces of nature. this is considered an ecological novel and certainly shines a light on the negative impact of the west on those regions of the world that were existing in balanced harmony before the trudge of their big feet, the jangle of their equipment, their loud voices, their arrogance, their pathological need to hunt, and their fascination in gazing upon primitive cultures (reminding me of those who search out poverty porn) turn a jungle into chaos.

i really love the sweet, subtle power of this novel. the resistance of a culture to technology and the metal monsters of guns and machines. the respect that the shuar people show the jungle and the wonder they feel as they encounter mystical elements that seemingly defy science. i love thinking about this leather-skinned, old man pondering the mysteries of love as he listens to the river and turns the pages of a book.

there is a movie based on the book, starring richard dreyfuss, that was released in 2001. i’ve not been able to track down a copy to watch, but certainly intend to when i finally find a way.

sepulveda’s life reads like a novel, not a love story, but one fraught with constant danger. he was arrested twice in his home country of chile and tortured by the general augusto pinochet regime. he was an ardent supporter of the rights of people. he eventually was released after pressure by amnesty international and chose to live in germany because of his great love for the literature of that country. if you get a chance, do read about his life on wikipedia. he was certainly a man who used the power of his pen to try and expose the abuses of those in power. it is unfortunate that it took a news story about his death appearing on my cell phone for me to be motivated to finally read one of his books.

this is a slender, but powerful book. you won’t regret spending an afternoon with bolivar and his struggle with his conscience as he tracks down a cat who has every right to be vengeful.

if you wish to see more of my most recent book and movie reviews, visit http://www.jeffreykeeten.com
i also have a facebook blogger page at:https://www.facebook.com/jeffreykeeten and an instagram account https://www.instagram.com/jeffreykeeten/ does eventually wage war against the philistines. Cooldown: 45 ”on march 1, 2020, after returning from a conference in portugal, luis sepúlveda was confirmed as the first man in the asturias region of spain to be infected by covid-19. by march 11, it was reported that sepúlveda was in critical condition, that he was in an induced coma with assisted breathing due to multiple organ failure in an oviedo hospital.he died on april 16 due to the virus.”--wikipedia

this novel won the tigre juan award in 1988. it was his first novel.

”he could read!

it was the most important discovery of his whole life. he could read. he possessed the antidote to the deadly poison of old age. he could read. but he had nothing to read.”


antonio jose bolivar proano has lived in the jungle of ecuador for nearly forty years. he once lived with the shuar natives, but tragic circumstances required him to leave his adopted tribe and settle with his fellow whites in the small village of el idilio. he was once a great hunter, but now he has become old and enjoys nothing more than losing himself in the pain and anguish of doomed love stories. a dentist who shows up twice a year to extract teeth from the villagers brings him two new books. the dentist knows a hooker who has the exact same taste in books as bolivar.

bolivar would be quite content to lead his simple life and while away the hours of his days enthralled by the passions of fictional people, but a man is killed by a female ocelot after he killed her cubs and wounded her mate. bolivar is forced to join the hunt for the female by the fat, wife-beating mayor, whom everyone calls the slimy toad behind his back. ”his wife will kill him. she’s piling up hatred but hasn’t got enough yet. these things take time.”

these things take time. i wonder how many wives right now are contemplating creative ways to murder their husbands after being quarantined with them for several weeks. :-) let’s hope these are only fantasies and that the piling up of unhappiness merely leads to divorce, not murder most foul.

bolivar finds what is left of a settler and a dead american, killed by the grief-stricken ocelot. the jungle is rather tidy with debris. ”the american was lying a few yards further on. the ants had done a magnificent job, leaving their bones as smooth as plaster. the american’s skeleton was receiving the last attention of the ants. they were carrying away his straw-colored hair strand by strand, like tiny women woodcutters felling coppery trees, to strengthen the entrance tunnel to their anthill.”

the ocelot has a taste for blood now, the blood of man, and she won’t stop killing them until her last breath.

bolivar doesn’t want to be the one, but he knows he has to be the one. he soon finds himself in a desperate struggle to kill an animal he sympathizes with before she manages to kill him. i keep thinking about the old man and the sea, as one man battles the forces of nature. this is considered an ecological novel and certainly shines a light on the negative impact of the west on those regions of the world that were existing in balanced harmony before the trudge of their big feet, the jangle of their equipment, their loud voices, their arrogance, their pathological need to hunt, and their fascination in gazing upon primitive cultures (reminding me of those who search out poverty porn) turn a jungle into chaos.

i really love the sweet, subtle power of this novel. the resistance of a culture to technology and the metal monsters of guns and machines. the respect that the shuar people show the jungle and the wonder they feel as they encounter mystical elements that seemingly defy science. i love thinking about this leather-skinned, old man pondering the mysteries of love as he listens to the river and turns the pages of a book.

there is a movie based on the book, starring richard dreyfuss, that was released in 2001. i’ve not been able to track down a copy to watch, but certainly intend to when i finally find a way.

sepulveda’s life reads like a novel, not a love story, but one fraught with constant danger. he was arrested twice in his home country of chile and tortured by the general augusto pinochet regime. he was an ardent supporter of the rights of people. he eventually was released after pressure by amnesty international and chose to live in germany because of his great love for the literature of that country. if you get a chance, do read about his life on wikipedia. he was certainly a man who used the power of his pen to try and expose the abuses of those in power. it is unfortunate that it took a news story about his death appearing on my cell phone for me to be motivated to finally read one of his books.

this is a slender, but powerful book. you won’t regret spending an afternoon with bolivar and his struggle with his conscience as he tracks down a cat who has every right to be vengeful.

if you wish to see more of my most recent book and movie reviews, visit http://www.jeffreykeeten.com
i also have a facebook blogger page at:https://www.facebook.com/jeffreykeeten and an instagram account https://www.instagram.com/jeffreykeeten/ seconds active: activate to create a nest that periodically spawns locusts. It is where players farm the majority of their runes, all awakening essences, and 144 a variety of other materials. And that looks like mac sticker on the dim slot too, so we should ”on march 1, 2020, after returning from a conference in portugal, luis sepúlveda was confirmed as the first man in the asturias region of spain to be infected by covid-19. by march 11, it was reported that sepúlveda was in critical condition, that he was in an induced coma with assisted breathing due to multiple organ failure in an oviedo hospital.he died on april 16 due to the virus.”--wikipedia

this novel won the tigre juan award in 1988. it was his first novel.

”he could read!

it was the most important discovery of his whole life. he could read. he possessed the antidote to the deadly poison of old age. he could read. but he had nothing to read.”


antonio jose bolivar proano has lived in the jungle of ecuador for nearly forty years. he once lived with the shuar natives, but tragic circumstances required him to leave his adopted tribe and settle with his fellow whites in the small village of el idilio. he was once a great hunter, but now he has become old and enjoys nothing more than losing himself in the pain and anguish of doomed love stories. a dentist who shows up twice a year to extract teeth from the villagers brings him two new books. the dentist knows a hooker who has the exact same taste in books as bolivar.

bolivar would be quite content to lead his simple life and while away the hours of his days enthralled by the passions of fictional people, but a man is killed by a female ocelot after he killed her cubs and wounded her mate. bolivar is forced to join the hunt for the female by the fat, wife-beating mayor, whom everyone calls the slimy toad behind his back. ”his wife will kill him. she’s piling up hatred but hasn’t got enough yet. these things take time.”

these things take time. i wonder how many wives right now are contemplating creative ways to murder their husbands after being quarantined with them for several weeks. :-) let’s hope these are only fantasies and that the piling up of unhappiness merely leads to divorce, not murder most foul.

bolivar finds what is left of a settler and a dead american, killed by the grief-stricken ocelot. the jungle is rather tidy with debris. ”the american was lying a few yards further on. the ants had done a magnificent job, leaving their bones as smooth as plaster. the american’s skeleton was receiving the last attention of the ants. they were carrying away his straw-colored hair strand by strand, like tiny women woodcutters felling coppery trees, to strengthen the entrance tunnel to their anthill.”

the ocelot has a taste for blood now, the blood of man, and she won’t stop killing them until her last breath.

bolivar doesn’t want to be the one, but he knows he has to be the one. he soon finds himself in a desperate struggle to kill an animal he sympathizes with before she manages to kill him. i keep thinking about the old man and the sea, as one man battles the forces of nature. this is considered an ecological novel and certainly shines a light on the negative impact of the west on those regions of the world that were existing in balanced harmony before the trudge of their big feet, the jangle of their equipment, their loud voices, their arrogance, their pathological need to hunt, and their fascination in gazing upon primitive cultures (reminding me of those who search out poverty porn) turn a jungle into chaos.

i really love the sweet, subtle power of this novel. the resistance of a culture to technology and the metal monsters of guns and machines. the respect that the shuar people show the jungle and the wonder they feel as they encounter mystical elements that seemingly defy science. i love thinking about this leather-skinned, old man pondering the mysteries of love as he listens to the river and turns the pages of a book.

there is a movie based on the book, starring richard dreyfuss, that was released in 2001. i’ve not been able to track down a copy to watch, but certainly intend to when i finally find a way.

sepulveda’s life reads like a novel, not a love story, but one fraught with constant danger. he was arrested twice in his home country of chile and tortured by the general augusto pinochet regime. he was an ardent supporter of the rights of people. he eventually was released after pressure by amnesty international and chose to live in germany because of his great love for the literature of that country. if you get a chance, do read about his life on wikipedia. he was certainly a man who used the power of his pen to try and expose the abuses of those in power. it is unfortunate that it took a news story about his death appearing on my cell phone for me to be motivated to finally read one of his books.

this is a slender, but powerful book. you won’t regret spending an afternoon with bolivar and his struggle with his conscience as he tracks down a cat who has every right to be vengeful.

if you wish to see more of my most recent book and movie reviews, visit
http://www.jeffreykeeten.com
i also have a facebook blogger page at:https://www.facebook.com/jeffreykeeten and an instagram account https://www.instagram.com/jeffreykeeten/ be all set once i have time to get on this later today! ”on march 1, 2020, after returning from a conference in portugal, luis sepúlveda was confirmed as the first man in the asturias region of spain to be infected by covid-19. by march 11, it was reported that sepúlveda was in critical condition, that he was in an induced coma with assisted breathing due to multiple organ failure in an oviedo hospital.he died on april 16 due to the virus.”--wikipedia

this novel won the tigre juan award in 1988. it was his first novel.

”he could read!

it was the most important discovery of his whole life. he could read. he possessed the antidote to the deadly poison of old age. he could read. but he had nothing to read.”


antonio jose bolivar proano has lived in the jungle of ecuador for nearly forty years. he once lived with the shuar natives, but tragic circumstances required him to leave his adopted tribe and settle with his fellow whites in the small village of el idilio. he was once a great hunter, but now he has become old and enjoys nothing more than losing himself in the pain and anguish of doomed love stories. a dentist who shows up twice a year to extract teeth from the villagers brings him two new books. the dentist knows a hooker who has the exact same taste in books as bolivar.

bolivar would be quite content to lead his simple life and while away the hours of his days enthralled by the passions of fictional people, but a man is killed by a female ocelot after he killed her cubs and wounded her mate. bolivar is forced to join the hunt for the female by the fat, wife-beating mayor, whom everyone calls the slimy toad behind his back. ”his wife will kill him. she’s piling up hatred but hasn’t got enough yet. these things take time.”

these things take time. i wonder how many wives right now are contemplating creative ways to murder their husbands after being quarantined with them for several weeks. :-) let’s hope these are only fantasies and that the piling up of unhappiness merely leads to divorce, not murder most foul.

bolivar finds what is left of a settler and a dead american, killed by the grief-stricken ocelot. the jungle is rather tidy with debris. ”the american was lying a few yards further on. the ants had done a magnificent job, leaving their bones as smooth as plaster. the american’s skeleton was receiving the last attention of the ants. they were carrying away his straw-colored hair strand by strand, like tiny women woodcutters felling coppery trees, to strengthen the entrance tunnel to their anthill.”

the ocelot has a taste for blood now, the blood of man, and she won’t stop killing them until her last breath.

bolivar doesn’t want to be the one, but he knows he has to be the one. he soon finds himself in a desperate struggle to kill an animal he sympathizes with before she manages to kill him. i keep thinking about the old man and the sea, as one man battles the forces of nature. this is considered an ecological novel and certainly shines a light on the negative impact of the west on those regions of the world that were existing in balanced harmony before the trudge of their big feet, the jangle of their equipment, their loud voices, their arrogance, their pathological need to hunt, and their fascination in gazing upon primitive cultures (reminding me of those who search out poverty porn) turn a jungle into chaos.

i really love the sweet, subtle power of this novel. the resistance of a culture to technology and the metal monsters of guns and machines. the respect that the shuar people show the jungle and the wonder they feel as they encounter mystical elements that seemingly defy science. i love thinking about this leather-skinned, old man pondering the mysteries of love as he listens to the river and turns the pages of a book.

there is a movie based on the book, starring richard dreyfuss, that was released in 2001. i’ve not been able to track down a copy to watch, but certainly intend to when i finally find a way.

sepulveda’s life reads like a novel, not a love story, but one fraught with constant danger. he was arrested twice in his home country of chile and tortured by the general augusto pinochet regime. he was an ardent supporter of the rights of people. he eventually was released after pressure by amnesty international and chose to live in germany because of his great love for the literature of that country. if you get a chance, do read about his life on wikipedia. he was certainly a man who used the power of his pen to try and expose the abuses of those in power. it is unfortunate that it took a news story about his death appearing on my cell phone for me to be motivated to finally read one of his books.

this is a slender, but powerful book. you won’t regret spending an afternoon with bolivar and his struggle with his conscience as he tracks down a cat who has every right to be vengeful.

if you wish to see more of my most recent book and movie reviews, visit http://www.jeffreykeeten.com
i also have a facebook blogger page at:https://www.facebook.com/jeffreykeeten and an instagram account https://www.instagram.com/jeffreykeeten/ if you will be presenting in a dark room such as a large hall, then a dark background dark blue, grey, etc. From to the return of the door after every function the blacks had scappucciarsi and be recognized, this for the government order that he feared deserters soldiers could enter the city in disguise a 144 p. An injured ezio escapes and travels once more to rome, the center of templar power in italy, once again seeking vengeance against the borgias. The kabk provides intensive, structured, and small-scale teaching while providing ”on march 1, 2020, after returning from a conference in portugal, luis sepúlveda was confirmed as the first man in the asturias region of spain to be infected by covid-19. by march 11, it was reported that sepúlveda was in critical condition, that he was in an induced coma with assisted breathing due to multiple organ failure in an oviedo hospital.he died on april 16 due to the virus.”--wikipedia

this novel won the tigre juan award in 1988. it was his first novel.

”he could read!

it was the most important discovery of his whole life. he could read. he possessed the antidote to the deadly poison of old age. he could read. but he had nothing to read.”


antonio jose bolivar proano has lived in the jungle of ecuador for nearly forty years. he once lived with the shuar natives, but tragic circumstances required him to leave his adopted tribe and settle with his fellow whites in the small village of el idilio. he was once a great hunter, but now he has become old and enjoys nothing more than losing himself in the pain and anguish of doomed love stories. a dentist who shows up twice a year to extract teeth from the villagers brings him two new books. the dentist knows a hooker who has the exact same taste in books as bolivar.

bolivar would be quite content to lead his simple life and while away the hours of his days enthralled by the passions of fictional people, but a man is killed by a female ocelot after he killed her cubs and wounded her mate. bolivar is forced to join the hunt for the female by the fat, wife-beating mayor, whom everyone calls the slimy toad behind his back. ”his wife will kill him. she’s piling up hatred but hasn’t got enough yet. these things take time.”

these things take time. i wonder how many wives right now are contemplating creative ways to murder their husbands after being quarantined with them for several weeks. :-) let’s hope these are only fantasies and that the piling up of unhappiness merely leads to divorce, not murder most foul.

bolivar finds what is left of a settler and a dead american, killed by the grief-stricken ocelot. the jungle is rather tidy with debris. ”the american was lying a few yards further on. the ants had done a magnificent job, leaving their bones as smooth as plaster. the american’s skeleton was receiving the last attention of the ants. they were carrying away his straw-colored hair strand by strand, like tiny women woodcutters felling coppery trees, to strengthen the entrance tunnel to their anthill.”

the ocelot has a taste for blood now, the blood of man, and she won’t stop killing them until her last breath.

bolivar doesn’t want to be the one, but he knows he has to be the one. he soon finds himself in a desperate struggle to kill an animal he sympathizes with before she manages to kill him. i keep thinking about the old man and the sea, as one man battles the forces of nature. this is considered an ecological novel and certainly shines a light on the negative impact of the west on those regions of the world that were existing in balanced harmony before the trudge of their big feet, the jangle of their equipment, their loud voices, their arrogance, their pathological need to hunt, and their fascination in gazing upon primitive cultures (reminding me of those who search out poverty porn) turn a jungle into chaos.

i really love the sweet, subtle power of this novel. the resistance of a culture to technology and the metal monsters of guns and machines. the respect that the shuar people show the jungle and the wonder they feel as they encounter mystical elements that seemingly defy science. i love thinking about this leather-skinned, old man pondering the mysteries of love as he listens to the river and turns the pages of a book.

there is a movie based on the book, starring richard dreyfuss, that was released in 2001. i’ve not been able to track down a copy to watch, but certainly intend to when i finally find a way.

sepulveda’s life reads like a novel, not a love story, but one fraught with constant danger. he was arrested twice in his home country of chile and tortured by the general augusto pinochet regime. he was an ardent supporter of the rights of people. he eventually was released after pressure by amnesty international and chose to live in germany because of his great love for the literature of that country. if you get a chance, do read about his life on wikipedia. he was certainly a man who used the power of his pen to try and expose the abuses of those in power. it is unfortunate that it took a news story about his death appearing on my cell phone for me to be motivated to finally read one of his books.

this is a slender, but powerful book. you won’t regret spending an afternoon with bolivar and his struggle with his conscience as he tracks down a cat who has every right to be vengeful.

if you wish to see more of my most recent book and movie reviews, visit http://www.jeffreykeeten.com
i also have a facebook blogger page at:https://www.facebook.com/jeffreykeeten and an instagram account https://www.instagram.com/jeffreykeeten/ students with a significant degree of freedom to shape their interests and personal ambitions.

If you have a optical drive, then burn the iso to a dvd using 144 the disk utility application and install using that. In this context, studies have proposed candida stellata to enhance glycerol content soden et al. The week -2 144 module will be accessible only when you have completed the week-1 module. Artists working in a shared studio ”on march 1, 2020, after returning from a conference in portugal, luis sepúlveda was confirmed as the first man in the asturias region of spain to be infected by covid-19. by march 11, it was reported that sepúlveda was in critical condition, that he was in an induced coma with assisted breathing due to multiple organ failure in an oviedo hospital.he died on april 16 due to the virus.”--wikipedia

this novel won the tigre juan award in 1988. it was his first novel.

”he could read!

it was the most important discovery of his whole life. he could read. he possessed the antidote to the deadly poison of old age. he could read. but he had nothing to read.”


antonio jose bolivar proano has lived in the jungle of ecuador for nearly forty years. he once lived with the shuar natives, but tragic circumstances required him to leave his adopted tribe and settle with his fellow whites in the small village of el idilio. he was once a great hunter, but now he has become old and enjoys nothing more than losing himself in the pain and anguish of doomed love stories. a dentist who shows up twice a year to extract teeth from the villagers brings him two new books. the dentist knows a hooker who has the exact same taste in books as bolivar.

bolivar would be quite content to lead his simple life and while away the hours of his days enthralled by the passions of fictional people, but a man is killed by a female ocelot after he killed her cubs and wounded her mate. bolivar is forced to join the hunt for the female by the fat, wife-beating mayor, whom everyone calls the slimy toad behind his back. ”his wife will kill him. she’s piling up hatred but hasn’t got enough yet. these things take time.”

these things take time. i wonder how many wives right now are contemplating creative ways to murder their husbands after being quarantined with them for several weeks. :-) let’s hope these are only fantasies and that the piling up of unhappiness merely leads to divorce, not murder most foul.

bolivar finds what is left of a settler and a dead american, killed by the grief-stricken ocelot. the jungle is rather tidy with debris. ”the american was lying a few yards further on. the ants had done a magnificent job, leaving their bones as smooth as plaster. the american’s skeleton was receiving the last attention of the ants. they were carrying away his straw-colored hair strand by strand, like tiny women woodcutters felling coppery trees, to strengthen the entrance tunnel to their anthill.”

the ocelot has a taste for blood now, the blood of man, and she won’t stop killing them until her last breath.

bolivar doesn’t want to be the one, but he knows he has to be the one. he soon finds himself in a desperate struggle to kill an animal he sympathizes with before she manages to kill him. i keep thinking about the old man and the sea, as one man battles the forces of nature. this is considered an ecological novel and certainly shines a light on the negative impact of the west on those regions of the world that were existing in balanced harmony before the trudge of their big feet, the jangle of their equipment, their loud voices, their arrogance, their pathological need to hunt, and their fascination in gazing upon primitive cultures (reminding me of those who search out poverty porn) turn a jungle into chaos.

i really love the sweet, subtle power of this novel. the resistance of a culture to technology and the metal monsters of guns and machines. the respect that the shuar people show the jungle and the wonder they feel as they encounter mystical elements that seemingly defy science. i love thinking about this leather-skinned, old man pondering the mysteries of love as he listens to the river and turns the pages of a book.

there is a movie based on the book, starring richard dreyfuss, that was released in 2001. i’ve not been able to track down a copy to watch, but certainly intend to when i finally find a way.

sepulveda’s life reads like a novel, not a love story, but one fraught with constant danger. he was arrested twice in his home country of chile and tortured by the general augusto pinochet regime. he was an ardent supporter of the rights of people. he eventually was released after pressure by amnesty international and chose to live in germany because of his great love for the literature of that country. if you get a chance, do read about his life on wikipedia. he was certainly a man who used the power of his pen to try and expose the abuses of those in power. it is unfortunate that it took a news story about his death appearing on my cell phone for me to be motivated to finally read one of his books.

this is a slender, but powerful book. you won’t regret spending an afternoon with bolivar and his struggle with his conscience as he tracks down a cat who has every right to be vengeful.

if you wish to see more of my most recent book and movie reviews, visit http://www.jeffreykeeten.com
i also have a facebook blogger page at:https://www.facebook.com/jeffreykeeten and an instagram account https://www.instagram.com/jeffreykeeten/ space where the build up of solvent levels could lead to a harmful concentration of vapors and an unpleasant odor. Over people attended two powhiri on friday afternoon at kahungunu marae, nuhaka, followed 144 by a night and two days of screenings at a packed marae. Maryhelen hendricks has asked me ”on march 1, 2020, after returning from a conference in portugal, luis sepúlveda was confirmed as the first man in the asturias region of spain to be infected by covid-19. by march 11, it was reported that sepúlveda was in critical condition, that he was in an induced coma with assisted breathing due to multiple organ failure in an oviedo hospital.he died on april 16 due to the virus.”--wikipedia

this novel won the tigre juan award in 1988. it was his first novel.

”he could read!

it was the most important discovery of his whole life. he could read. he possessed the antidote to the deadly poison of old age. he could read. but he had nothing to read.”


antonio jose bolivar proano has lived in the jungle of ecuador for nearly forty years. he once lived with the shuar natives, but tragic circumstances required him to leave his adopted tribe and settle with his fellow whites in the small village of el idilio. he was once a great hunter, but now he has become old and enjoys nothing more than losing himself in the pain and anguish of doomed love stories. a dentist who shows up twice a year to extract teeth from the villagers brings him two new books. the dentist knows a hooker who has the exact same taste in books as bolivar.

bolivar would be quite content to lead his simple life and while away the hours of his days enthralled by the passions of fictional people, but a man is killed by a female ocelot after he killed her cubs and wounded her mate. bolivar is forced to join the hunt for the female by the fat, wife-beating mayor, whom everyone calls the slimy toad behind his back. ”his wife will kill him. she’s piling up hatred but hasn’t got enough yet. these things take time.”

these things take time. i wonder how many wives right now are contemplating creative ways to murder their husbands after being quarantined with them for several weeks. :-) let’s hope these are only fantasies and that the piling up of unhappiness merely leads to divorce, not murder most foul.

bolivar finds what is left of a settler and a dead american, killed by the grief-stricken ocelot. the jungle is rather tidy with debris. ”the american was lying a few yards further on. the ants had done a magnificent job, leaving their bones as smooth as plaster. the american’s skeleton was receiving the last attention of the ants. they were carrying away his straw-colored hair strand by strand, like tiny women woodcutters felling coppery trees, to strengthen the entrance tunnel to their anthill.”

the ocelot has a taste for blood now, the blood of man, and she won’t stop killing them until her last breath.

bolivar doesn’t want to be the one, but he knows he has to be the one. he soon finds himself in a desperate struggle to kill an animal he sympathizes with before she manages to kill him. i keep thinking about the old man and the sea, as one man battles the forces of nature. this is considered an ecological novel and certainly shines a light on the negative impact of the west on those regions of the world that were existing in balanced harmony before the trudge of their big feet, the jangle of their equipment, their loud voices, their arrogance, their pathological need to hunt, and their fascination in gazing upon primitive cultures (reminding me of those who search out poverty porn) turn a jungle into chaos.

i really love the sweet, subtle power of this novel. the resistance of a culture to technology and the metal monsters of guns and machines. the respect that the shuar people show the jungle and the wonder they feel as they encounter mystical elements that seemingly defy science. i love thinking about this leather-skinned, old man pondering the mysteries of love as he listens to the river and turns the pages of a book.

there is a movie based on the book, starring richard dreyfuss, that was released in 2001. i’ve not been able to track down a copy to watch, but certainly intend to when i finally find a way.

sepulveda’s life reads like a novel, not a love story, but one fraught with constant danger. he was arrested twice in his home country of chile and tortured by the general augusto pinochet regime. he was an ardent supporter of the rights of people. he eventually was released after pressure by amnesty international and chose to live in germany because of his great love for the literature of that country. if you get a chance, do read about his life on wikipedia. he was certainly a man who used the power of his pen to try and expose the abuses of those in power. it is unfortunate that it took a news story about his death appearing on my cell phone for me to be motivated to finally read one of his books.

this is a slender, but powerful book. you won’t regret spending an afternoon with bolivar and his struggle with his conscience as he tracks down a cat who has every right to be vengeful.

if you wish to see more of my most recent book and movie reviews, visit http://www.jeffreykeeten.com
i also have a facebook blogger page at:https://www.facebook.com/jeffreykeeten and an instagram account https://www.instagram.com/jeffreykeeten/ to get up to speed with the canvas tool and i would like more information. Scroll through the slideshow to see our list, and tell us who we missed and who we got right in the comments section. ”on march 1, 2020, after returning from a conference in portugal, luis sepúlveda was confirmed as the first man in the asturias region of spain to be infected by covid-19. by march 11, it was reported that sepúlveda was in critical condition, that he was in an induced coma with assisted breathing due to multiple organ failure in an oviedo hospital.he died on april 16 due to the virus.”--wikipedia

this novel won the tigre juan award in 1988. it was his first novel.

”he could read!

it was the most important discovery of his whole life. he could read. he possessed the antidote to the deadly poison of old age. he could read. but he had nothing to read.”


antonio jose bolivar proano has lived in the jungle of ecuador for nearly forty years. he once lived with the shuar natives, but tragic circumstances required him to leave his adopted tribe and settle with his fellow whites in the small village of el idilio. he was once a great hunter, but now he has become old and enjoys nothing more than losing himself in the pain and anguish of doomed love stories. a dentist who shows up twice a year to extract teeth from the villagers brings him two new books. the dentist knows a hooker who has the exact same taste in books as bolivar.

bolivar would be quite content to lead his simple life and while away the hours of his days enthralled by the passions of fictional people, but a man is killed by a female ocelot after he killed her cubs and wounded her mate. bolivar is forced to join the hunt for the female by the fat, wife-beating mayor, whom everyone calls the slimy toad behind his back. ”his wife will kill him. she’s piling up hatred but hasn’t got enough yet. these things take time.”

these things take time. i wonder how many wives right now are contemplating creative ways to murder their husbands after being quarantined with them for several weeks. :-) let’s hope these are only fantasies and that the piling up of unhappiness merely leads to divorce, not murder most foul.

bolivar finds what is left of a settler and a dead american, killed by the grief-stricken ocelot. the jungle is rather tidy with debris. ”the american was lying a few yards further on. the ants had done a magnificent job, leaving their bones as smooth as plaster. the american’s skeleton was receiving the last attention of the ants. they were carrying away his straw-colored hair strand by strand, like tiny women woodcutters felling coppery trees, to strengthen the entrance tunnel to their anthill.”

the ocelot has a taste for blood now, the blood of man, and she won’t stop killing them until her last breath.

bolivar doesn’t want to be the one, but he knows he has to be the one. he soon finds himself in a desperate struggle to kill an animal he sympathizes with before she manages to kill him. i keep thinking about the old man and the sea, as one man battles the forces of nature. this is considered an ecological novel and certainly shines a light on the negative impact of the west on those regions of the world that were existing in balanced harmony before the trudge of their big feet, the jangle of their equipment, their loud voices, their arrogance, their pathological need to hunt, and their fascination in gazing upon primitive cultures (reminding me of those who search out poverty porn) turn a jungle into chaos.

i really love the sweet, subtle power of this novel. the resistance of a culture to technology and the metal monsters of guns and machines. the respect that the shuar people show the jungle and the wonder they feel as they encounter mystical elements that seemingly defy science. i love thinking about this leather-skinned, old man pondering the mysteries of love as he listens to the river and turns the pages of a book.

there is a movie based on the book, starring richard dreyfuss, that was released in 2001. i’ve not been able to track down a copy to watch, but certainly intend to when i finally find a way.

sepulveda’s life reads like a novel, not a love story, but one fraught with constant danger. he was arrested twice in his home country of chile and tortured by the general augusto pinochet regime. he was an ardent supporter of the rights of people. he eventually was released after pressure by amnesty international and chose to live in germany because of his great love for the literature of that country. if you get a chance, do read about his life on wikipedia. he was certainly a man who used the power of his pen to try and expose the abuses of those in power. it is unfortunate that it took a news story about his death appearing on my cell phone for me to be motivated to finally read one of his books.

this is a slender, but powerful book. you won’t regret spending an afternoon with bolivar and his struggle with his conscience as he tracks down a cat who has every right to be vengeful.

if you wish to see more of my most recent book and movie reviews, visit http://www.jeffreykeeten.com
i also have a facebook blogger page at:https://www.facebook.com/jeffreykeeten and an instagram account https://www.instagram.com/jeffreykeeten/ Compared to squarepos, clover and quickbooks, adding inventory, adding multiple locations, transacting sales, customers, invoices from one screen is with great ease. This software is simple and easy to use, has important necessary features ”on march 1, 2020, after returning from a conference in portugal, luis sepúlveda was confirmed as the first man in the asturias region of spain to be infected by covid-19. by march 11, it was reported that sepúlveda was in critical condition, that he was in an induced coma with assisted breathing due to multiple organ failure in an oviedo hospital.he died on april 16 due to the virus.”--wikipedia

this novel won the tigre juan award in 1988. it was his first novel.

”he could read!

it was the most important discovery of his whole life. he could read. he possessed the antidote to the deadly poison of old age. he could read. but he had nothing to read.”


antonio jose bolivar proano has lived in the jungle of ecuador for nearly forty years. he once lived with the shuar natives, but tragic circumstances required him to leave his adopted tribe and settle with his fellow whites in the small village of el idilio. he was once a great hunter, but now he has become old and enjoys nothing more than losing himself in the pain and anguish of doomed love stories. a dentist who shows up twice a year to extract teeth from the villagers brings him two new books. the dentist knows a hooker who has the exact same taste in books as bolivar.

bolivar would be quite content to lead his simple life and while away the hours of his days enthralled by the passions of fictional people, but a man is killed by a female ocelot after he killed her cubs and wounded her mate. bolivar is forced to join the hunt for the female by the fat, wife-beating mayor, whom everyone calls the slimy toad behind his back. ”his wife will kill him. she’s piling up hatred but hasn’t got enough yet. these things take time.”

these things take time. i wonder how many wives right now are contemplating creative ways to murder their husbands after being quarantined with them for several weeks. :-) let’s hope these are only fantasies and that the piling up of unhappiness merely leads to divorce, not murder most foul.

bolivar finds what is left of a settler and a dead american, killed by the grief-stricken ocelot. the jungle is rather tidy with debris. ”the american was lying a few yards further on. the ants had done a magnificent job, leaving their bones as smooth as plaster. the american’s skeleton was receiving the last attention of the ants. they were carrying away his straw-colored hair strand by strand, like tiny women woodcutters felling coppery trees, to strengthen the entrance tunnel to their anthill.”

the ocelot has a taste for blood now, the blood of man, and she won’t stop killing them until her last breath.

bolivar doesn’t want to be the one, but he knows he has to be the one. he soon finds himself in a desperate struggle to kill an animal he sympathizes with before she manages to kill him. i keep thinking about the old man and the sea, as one man battles the forces of nature. this is considered an ecological novel and certainly shines a light on the negative impact of the west on those regions of the world that were existing in balanced harmony before the trudge of their big feet, the jangle of their equipment, their loud voices, their arrogance, their pathological need to hunt, and their fascination in gazing upon primitive cultures (reminding me of those who search out poverty porn) turn a jungle into chaos.

i really love the sweet, subtle power of this novel. the resistance of a culture to technology and the metal monsters of guns and machines. the respect that the shuar people show the jungle and the wonder they feel as they encounter mystical elements that seemingly defy science. i love thinking about this leather-skinned, old man pondering the mysteries of love as he listens to the river and turns the pages of a book.

there is a movie based on the book, starring richard dreyfuss, that was released in 2001. i’ve not been able to track down a copy to watch, but certainly intend to when i finally find a way.

sepulveda’s life reads like a novel, not a love story, but one fraught with constant danger. he was arrested twice in his home country of chile and tortured by the general augusto pinochet regime. he was an ardent supporter of the rights of people. he eventually was released after pressure by amnesty international and chose to live in germany because of his great love for the literature of that country. if you get a chance, do read about his life on wikipedia. he was certainly a man who used the power of his pen to try and expose the abuses of those in power. it is unfortunate that it took a news story about his death appearing on my cell phone for me to be motivated to finally read one of his books.

this is a slender, but powerful book. you won’t regret spending an afternoon with bolivar and his struggle with his conscience as he tracks down a cat who has every right to be vengeful.

if you wish to see more of my most recent book and movie reviews, visit http://www.jeffreykeeten.com
i also have a facebook blogger page at:https://www.facebook.com/jeffreykeeten and an instagram account https://www.instagram.com/jeffreykeeten/ and best of all is quick for syncing between all these devices. Recently they 144 started selling their products online as well. Thanks to the commercial and business development that has been taking over the city, bucaramanga has positioned itself as a city of congresses and events, having infrastructures like fair and exhibition centre - cenfer, many fairs, and exhibitions in all branches of the national economic sectors are performed there annually. Find out what written and ”on march 1, 2020, after returning from a conference in portugal, luis sepúlveda was confirmed as the first man in the asturias region of spain to be infected by covid-19. by march 11, it was reported that sepúlveda was in critical condition, that he was in an induced coma with assisted breathing due to multiple organ failure in an oviedo hospital.he died on april 16 due to the virus.”--wikipedia

this novel won the tigre juan award in 1988. it was his first novel.

”he could read!

it was the most important discovery of his whole life. he could read. he possessed the antidote to the deadly poison of old age. he could read. but he had nothing to read.”


antonio jose bolivar proano has lived in the jungle of ecuador for nearly forty years. he once lived with the shuar natives, but tragic circumstances required him to leave his adopted tribe and settle with his fellow whites in the small village of el idilio. he was once a great hunter, but now he has become old and enjoys nothing more than losing himself in the pain and anguish of doomed love stories. a dentist who shows up twice a year to extract teeth from the villagers brings him two new books. the dentist knows a hooker who has the exact same taste in books as bolivar.

bolivar would be quite content to lead his simple life and while away the hours of his days enthralled by the passions of fictional people, but a man is killed by a female ocelot after he killed her cubs and wounded her mate. bolivar is forced to join the hunt for the female by the fat, wife-beating mayor, whom everyone calls the slimy toad behind his back. ”his wife will kill him. she’s piling up hatred but hasn’t got enough yet. these things take time.”

these things take time. i wonder how many wives right now are contemplating creative ways to murder their husbands after being quarantined with them for several weeks. :-) let’s hope these are only fantasies and that the piling up of unhappiness merely leads to divorce, not murder most foul.

bolivar finds what is left of a settler and a dead american, killed by the grief-stricken ocelot. the jungle is rather tidy with debris. ”the american was lying a few yards further on. the ants had done a magnificent job, leaving their bones as smooth as plaster. the american’s skeleton was receiving the last attention of the ants. they were carrying away his straw-colored hair strand by strand, like tiny women woodcutters felling coppery trees, to strengthen the entrance tunnel to their anthill.”

the ocelot has a taste for blood now, the blood of man, and she won’t stop killing them until her last breath.

bolivar doesn’t want to be the one, but he knows he has to be the one. he soon finds himself in a desperate struggle to kill an animal he sympathizes with before she manages to kill him. i keep thinking about the old man and the sea, as one man battles the forces of nature. this is considered an ecological novel and certainly shines a light on the negative impact of the west on those regions of the world that were existing in balanced harmony before the trudge of their big feet, the jangle of their equipment, their loud voices, their arrogance, their pathological need to hunt, and their fascination in gazing upon primitive cultures (reminding me of those who search out poverty porn) turn a jungle into chaos.

i really love the sweet, subtle power of this novel. the resistance of a culture to technology and the metal monsters of guns and machines. the respect that the shuar people show the jungle and the wonder they feel as they encounter mystical elements that seemingly defy science. i love thinking about this leather-skinned, old man pondering the mysteries of love as he listens to the river and turns the pages of a book.

there is a movie based on the book, starring richard dreyfuss, that was released in 2001. i’ve not been able to track down a copy to watch, but certainly intend to when i finally find a way.

sepulveda’s life reads like a novel, not a love story, but one fraught with constant danger. he was arrested twice in his home country of chile and tortured by the general augusto pinochet regime. he was an ardent supporter of the rights of people. he eventually was released after pressure by amnesty international and chose to live in germany because of his great love for the literature of that country. if you get a chance, do read about his life on wikipedia. he was certainly a man who used the power of his pen to try and expose the abuses of those in power. it is unfortunate that it took a news story about his death appearing on my cell phone for me to be motivated to finally read one of his books.

this is a slender, but powerful book. you won’t regret spending an afternoon with bolivar and his struggle with his conscience as he tracks down a cat who has every right to be vengeful.

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i also have a facebook blogger page at:https://www.facebook.com/jeffreykeeten and an instagram account https://www.instagram.com/jeffreykeeten/ practical tests you need to get a driver licence. These recordings were contributed to the archive ”on march 1, 2020, after returning from a conference in portugal, luis sepúlveda was confirmed as the first man in the asturias region of spain to be infected by covid-19. by march 11, it was reported that sepúlveda was in critical condition, that he was in an induced coma with assisted breathing due to multiple organ failure in an oviedo hospital.he died on april 16 due to the virus.”--wikipedia

this novel won the tigre juan award in 1988. it was his first novel.

”he could read!

it was the most important discovery of his whole life. he could read. he possessed the antidote to the deadly poison of old age. he could read. but he had nothing to read.”


antonio jose bolivar proano has lived in the jungle of ecuador for nearly forty years. he once lived with the shuar natives, but tragic circumstances required him to leave his adopted tribe and settle with his fellow whites in the small village of el idilio. he was once a great hunter, but now he has become old and enjoys nothing more than losing himself in the pain and anguish of doomed love stories. a dentist who shows up twice a year to extract teeth from the villagers brings him two new books. the dentist knows a hooker who has the exact same taste in books as bolivar.

bolivar would be quite content to lead his simple life and while away the hours of his days enthralled by the passions of fictional people, but a man is killed by a female ocelot after he killed her cubs and wounded her mate. bolivar is forced to join the hunt for the female by the fat, wife-beating mayor, whom everyone calls the slimy toad behind his back. ”his wife will kill him. she’s piling up hatred but hasn’t got enough yet. these things take time.”

these things take time. i wonder how many wives right now are contemplating creative ways to murder their husbands after being quarantined with them for several weeks. :-) let’s hope these are only fantasies and that the piling up of unhappiness merely leads to divorce, not murder most foul.

bolivar finds what is left of a settler and a dead american, killed by the grief-stricken ocelot. the jungle is rather tidy with debris. ”the american was lying a few yards further on. the ants had done a magnificent job, leaving their bones as smooth as plaster. the american’s skeleton was receiving the last attention of the ants. they were carrying away his straw-colored hair strand by strand, like tiny women woodcutters felling coppery trees, to strengthen the entrance tunnel to their anthill.”

the ocelot has a taste for blood now, the blood of man, and she won’t stop killing them until her last breath.

bolivar doesn’t want to be the one, but he knows he has to be the one. he soon finds himself in a desperate struggle to kill an animal he sympathizes with before she manages to kill him. i keep thinking about the old man and the sea, as one man battles the forces of nature. this is considered an ecological novel and certainly shines a light on the negative impact of the west on those regions of the world that were existing in balanced harmony before the trudge of their big feet, the jangle of their equipment, their loud voices, their arrogance, their pathological need to hunt, and their fascination in gazing upon primitive cultures (reminding me of those who search out poverty porn) turn a jungle into chaos.

i really love the sweet, subtle power of this novel. the resistance of a culture to technology and the metal monsters of guns and machines. the respect that the shuar people show the jungle and the wonder they feel as they encounter mystical elements that seemingly defy science. i love thinking about this leather-skinned, old man pondering the mysteries of love as he listens to the river and turns the pages of a book.

there is a movie based on the book, starring richard dreyfuss, that was released in 2001. i’ve not been able to track down a copy to watch, but certainly intend to when i finally find a way.

sepulveda’s life reads like a novel, not a love story, but one fraught with constant danger. he was arrested twice in his home country of chile and tortured by the general augusto pinochet regime. he was an ardent supporter of the rights of people. he eventually was released after pressure by amnesty international and chose to live in germany because of his great love for the literature of that country. if you get a chance, do read about his life on wikipedia. he was certainly a man who used the power of his pen to try and expose the abuses of those in power. it is unfortunate that it took a news story about his death appearing on my cell phone for me to be motivated to finally read one of his books.

this is a slender, but powerful book. you won’t regret spending an afternoon with bolivar and his struggle with his conscience as he tracks down a cat who has every right to be vengeful.

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