When the Aragonese writer and philologist Irene Vallejo (Zaragoza, 47 years old) sent mysterious groups of men riding along the roads of Greece in search of books for the Library of Alexandria in the first lines of Infinity in a reedlittle did she imagine that a few years later she herself would present her work in the modern heir to that mythical enclave of classical antiquity. “For me it is the culmination of more than six years of literary route around the world,” he slips, “and I have the feeling of closing a beautiful circle where it all began.”
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