You never forget the first book that cuts you. The one that leaves a wound, not in flesh, but in the quiet, unguarded place where thoughts sleep before they wake to meaning. Mine was a battered volume on the The History of the Conquest of New Spain, by Bernal Díaz del Castillo, thrust into my…
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