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Entrevista Radio Universidad de Concepción

Name: Entrevista Radio Universidad de Concepción
Start: 2021-05-19T17:00:00-04:00
End: 2021-05-19T17:40:00-04:00
Location: https://onlineradiobox.com/cl/udec/

Wed, May 19

https://onlineradiobox.com/cl/udec/

Conversación con Sergio Morales de Radio Universidad de Concepción, sobre mi trabajo literario en la ciudad de New York. Compartimos el link de la radio para que se conecten

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Entrevista Radio Universidad de Concepción

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May 19, 2021, 5:00 PM – 5:40 PM EDT

https://onlineradiobox.com/cl/udec/

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Conversación con Sergio Morales de Radio Universidad de Concepción, sobre mi trabajo literario en la ciudad de New York.

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SPEAKEASY
Calendar of Gatherings

Saturday, June 26.
The first Música para las ratas Speakeasy will open the archive for a few hours. We will talk about the novel, its creative process, read unpublished excerpts, and explore the invisible city that lives beneath New York. Attendees will receive exclusive extracts from the manuscript, along with secret texts written by the Flautist himself.

Saturday, August 22.

“The City We Do Not See” is a conversation on memory, migration, and urban ghosts in New York. Esteban Escalona will join other New York writers in discussing the hidden and marginal New York that never appears on tourist postcards. Unpublished excerpts from Música para las ratas will also be read.

An evening of literature, cityscapes, and hidden archives. Attendees will receive exclusive extracts from the manuscript, along with recovered texts written by the Flautist himself.

September

“The Night of the Flautist” — Launch event for the novel at the New York Public Library, Stavros Niarchos Foundation Library.

Date and time to be confirmed.

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"We stepped out of the alley and sat on the curb. We watched the people, the rain. I pulled out some American Spirits. I lit her cigarette, and her face lit up in the drizzle, accompanied by the fading melody of Miles Davis drifting out from the bar. There was something so compassionate in her expression that all I could do was take a drag and exhale the smoke toward the sky, while she, with an indifferent gaze, watched the city’s nighttime joy unfold. (Music for Rats)