I oddly put down a novel by a Cubano writer and picked this one up instead, not conscientiously trading out a Cuban-flavored novel for a Cuban novel. But I did. The difference is stark. This very small novella (100 pages with a lot of chapter breaks) is a 1953 or so novel about a man on the run from a set of shadowy figures (assassins were to understand) chasing him through a city that feels like a bizarro world Havana. And I can imagine how […]