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The Infinite Plan was her first novel to take place in the United States. She explores the issues of human rights and the plight of immigrants and refugees in her novel, In The Midst of Winter. In Paula, Allende wrote her memoirs in connection with her daughter's illness and death. She delved into the erotic connections between food and love in Aphrodite: A Memoir of the Senses. In addition to writing books, Allende has worked as a TV interviewer, magazine writer, school administrator, and a secretary at a U. She received the Harold Washington Literacy Award. She lives in California. Margaret Sayers Peden received a bachelor's degree in , a master's degree in , and doctorate degree in from the University of Missouri. She was a professor of Spanish at the University of Missouri until her retirement in She is a translator. She has received several awards including the Lewis Galantiere Translation Prize for her translation of Fernando de Rojas' La Celestina and the Ralph Manheim Medal for Translation, which is awarded in recognition of a lifetime achievement in the field of literary translation. The Stories of Eva Luna. Isabel Allende. Set from the humid Caribbean to the Antarctic tip of Argentina, Allende's stories capture the richness of the Latin American experience and range in theme from the extinction of Amazon tribes to the modern theory that love can conquer cancer. A treasure trove of brilliantly crafted tales, the book showed us once again why "Eva Luna" and her much-celebrated creator have won such a large and devoted readership. If You Touched My Heart. The Little Heidelberg. The Schoolteachers Guest. Letters of Betrayed Love. And of Clay Are We Created. Fleeing first to Venezuela and then to the United States, she worked as a journalist for many years and only began to write fiction in The result was the widely acclaimed international best-seller The House of the Spirits, which was soon followed by the novels Of Love and Shadows and Eva Luna. In , Allende's memoir, Paula, which centered upon her struggle to care for her beloved and comatose daughter, appeared to universal admiration. She lives in San Rafael, California. Wicked Girl. The Stories of Eva Luna - Isabel Allende - Google книги

She looked up from her writing and saw, first, a cloud of dust, and then a band of horsemen come galloping into the plaza. Both the Colonel and El Mulato had spent their lives fighting in the civil war, and their names were ineradicably linked to devastation and calamity. The rebels swept into town like a stampeding herd, wrapped in noise, bathed in sweat, and leaving a hurricane of fear in their trail. Chickens took wing, dogs ran for their lives, women and children scurried out of sight, until the only living soul left in the market was Belisa Crepusculario. She had never seen El Mulato and was surprised to see him walking toward her. Then they thundered off toward the hills. Hours later, just as Belisa Crepusculario was near death, her heart ground to sand by the pounding of the horse, they stopped, and four strong hands set her down. She tried to stand on her feet and hold her head high, but her strength failed her and she slumped to the ground, sinking into a confused dream. She awakened several hours later to the murmur of night in the camp, but before she had time to sort out the sounds, she opened her eyes and found herself staring into the impatient glare of El Mulato, kneeling beside her. To speed her to her senses, he tipped his canteen and offered her a sip of liquor laced with gunpowder. She demanded to know the reason for such rough treatment, and El Mulato explained that the Colonel needed her services. He allowed her to splash water on her face, and then led her to the far end of the camp where the most feared man in all the land was lazing in a hammock strung between two trees. She could not see his face, because he lay in the deceptive shadow of the leaves and the indelible shadow of all his years as a bandit, but she imagined from the way his gigantic aide addressed him with such humility that he must have a very menacing expression. The Colonel stood up, and turned straight toward her. She saw dark skin and the eyes of a ferocious puma, and she knew immediately that she was standing before the loneliest man in the world. The Colonel was weary of riding across that godforsaken land, waging useless wars and suffering defeats that no subterfuge could transform into victories. For years he had been sleeping in the open air, bitten by mosquitoes, eating iguanas and snake soup, but those minor inconveniences were not why he wanted to change his destiny. He longed to ride into a town beneath a triumphal arch with bright flags and flowers everywhere; he wanted to be cheered, and be given newly laid eggs and freshly baked bread. Men fled at the sight of him, children trembled, and women miscarried from fright; he had had enough, and so he had decided to become President. It was his aspiration to win the popular vote in the December elections. Can you sell me the words for a speech? She had accepted many assignments, but none like this. She did not dare refuse, fearing that El Mulato would shoot her between the eyes, or worse still, that the Colonel would burst into tears. There was more to it than that, however; she felt the urge to help him because she felt a throbbing warmth beneath her skin, a powerful desire to touch that man, to fondle him, to clasp him in her arms. Calling upon the knowledge she had purchased from the priest for twenty pesos, she wrote the speech on a sheet of paper and then signaled El Mulato to untie the rope that bound her ankles to a tree. He led her once more to the Colonel, and again she felt the throbbing anxiety that had seized her when she first saw him. She handed him the paper and waited while he looked at it, holding it gingerly between thumbs and fingertips. She read the speech aloud. She read it three times, so her client could engrave it on his memory. How much do I owe you? The Colonel shrugged. He had no interest at all in her offer, but he did not want to be impolite to someone who had served him so well. She walked slowly to the leather stool where he was sitting, and bent down to give him her gift. The man smelled the scent of a mountain cat issuing from the woman, a fiery heat radiating from her hips, he heard the terrible whisper of her hair, and a breath of sweetmint murmured into his ear the two secret words that were his alone. He traveled up and down and across the country, riding into cities with a triumphal air, stopping in even the most forgotten villages where only the dump heap betrayed a human presence, to convince his fellow citizens to vote for him. While he spoke from a platform erected in the middle of the plaza, El Mulato and his men handed out sweets and painted his name on all the walls in gold frost. Soon the Colonel was the favorite. The press focused their attention on him. Fleeing first to Venezuela and then to the United States, she worked as a journalist for many years and only began to write fiction in The result was the widely acclaimed international best-seller The House of the Spirits, which was soon followed by the novels Of Love and Shadows and Eva Luna. In , Allende's memoir, Paula, which centered upon her struggle to care for her beloved and comatose daughter, appeared to universal admiration. She lives in San Rafael, California. Wicked Girl. Toads Mouth. The Stories of Eva Luna Scribner classics. Revenge - about a woman who spent years planning revenge on a man who had raped her - became the basis of an opera titled Dulce Rosa. From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia. The Stories of Eva Luna First edition. Retrieved 21 September LA Opera. Retrieved 27 April Los Angeles Times. Isabel Allende. Isabel Allende - The stories of eva luna

In a village near the coast, the wind blew a page of newspaper at her feet. She picked up the brittle yellow paper and stood a long while looking at it, unable to determine its purpose, until curiosity overcame her shyness. She walked over to a man who was washing his horse in the muddy pool where she had quenched her thirst. The answer astounded the girl, but she did not want to seem rude, so she merely inquired about the significance of the fly tracks scattered across the page. She made a quick assessment of her situation and concluded that aside from becoming a prostitute or working as a servant in the kitchens of the rich there were few occupations she was qualified for. It seemed to her that selling words would be an honorable alternative. From that moment on, she worked at that profession, and was never tempted by any other. At the beginning, she offered her merchandise unaware that words could be written outside of newspapers. When she learned otherwise, she calculated the infinite possibilities of her trade and with her savings paid a priest twenty pesos to teach her to read and write; with her three remaining coins she bought a dictionary. She poured over it from A to Z and then threw it into the sea, because it was not her intention to defraud her customers with packaged words. Suddenly she heard yelling and thudding hoofbeats. She looked up from her writing and saw, first, a cloud of dust, and then a band of horsemen come galloping into the plaza. Both the Colonel and El Mulato had spent their lives fighting in the civil war, and their names were ineradicably linked to devastation and calamity. The rebels swept into town like a stampeding herd, wrapped in noise, bathed in sweat, and leaving a hurricane of fear in their trail. Chickens took wing, dogs ran for their lives, women and children scurried out of sight, until the only living soul left in the market was Belisa Crepusculario. She had never seen El Mulato and was surprised to see him walking toward her. Then they thundered off toward the hills. Hours later, just as Belisa Crepusculario was near death, her heart ground to sand by the pounding of the horse, they stopped, and four strong hands set her down. She tried to stand on her feet and hold her head high, but her strength failed her and she slumped to the ground, sinking into a confused dream. She awakened several hours later to the murmur of night in the camp, but before she had time to sort out the sounds, she opened her eyes and found herself staring into the impatient glare of El Mulato, kneeling beside her. To speed her to her senses, he tipped his canteen and offered her a sip of liquor laced with gunpowder. She demanded to know the reason for such rough treatment, and El Mulato explained that the Colonel needed her services. He allowed her to splash water on her face, and then led her to the far end of the camp where the most feared man in all the land was lazing in a hammock strung between two trees. She could not see his face, because he lay in the deceptive shadow of the leaves and the indelible shadow of all his years as a bandit, but she imagined from the way his gigantic aide addressed him with such humility that he must have a very menacing expression. The Colonel stood up, and turned straight toward her. She saw dark skin and the eyes of a ferocious puma, and she knew immediately that she was standing before the loneliest man in the world. The Colonel was weary of riding across that godforsaken land, waging useless wars and suffering defeats that no subterfuge could transform into victories. For years he had been sleeping in the open air, bitten by mosquitoes, eating iguanas and snake soup, but those minor inconveniences were not why he wanted to change his destiny. He longed to ride into a town beneath a triumphal arch with bright flags and flowers everywhere; he wanted to be cheered, and be given newly laid eggs and freshly baked bread. Men fled at the sight of him, children trembled, and women miscarried from fright; he had had enough, and so he had decided to become President. It was his aspiration to win the popular vote in the December elections. Can you sell me the words for a speech? She had accepted many assignments, but none like this. She did not dare refuse, fearing that El Mulato would shoot her between the eyes, or worse still, that the Colonel would burst into tears. There was more to it than that, however; she felt the urge to help him because she felt a throbbing warmth beneath her skin, a powerful desire to touch that man, to fondle him, to clasp him in her arms. Calling upon the knowledge she had purchased from the priest for twenty pesos, she wrote the speech on a sheet of paper and then signaled El Mulato to untie the rope that bound her ankles to a tree. He led her once more to the Colonel, and again she felt the throbbing anxiety that had seized her when she first saw him. She handed him the paper and waited while he looked at it, holding it gingerly between thumbs and fingertips. She read the speech aloud. She read it three times, so her client could engrave it on his memory. How much do I owe you? The Colonel shrugged. He had no interest at all in her offer, but he did not want to be impolite to someone who had served him so well. She walked slowly to the leather stool where he was sitting, and bent down to give him her gift. The man smelled the scent of a mountain cat issuing from the woman, a fiery heat radiating from her hips, he heard the terrible whisper of her hair, and a breath of sweetmint murmured into his ear the two secret words that were his alone. He traveled up and down and across the country, riding into cities with a triumphal air, stopping in even the most forgotten villages where only the dump heap betrayed a human presence, to convince his fellow citizens to vote for him. While he spoke from a platform erected in the middle of the plaza, El Mulato and his men handed out sweets and painted his name on all the walls in gold frost. Soon the Colonel was the favorite. The press focused their attention on him. Newspapermen came from far away to interview him and repeat his phrases, and the number of his followers and enemies continued to grow. But the Candidate did not hear. He was repeating his secret words, as he did more and more obsessively. He said them when he was mellow with nostalgia; he murmured them in his sleep; he carried them with him on horseback; he thought them before delivering his famous speech; and he caught himself savoring them in his leisure time. And every time he thought of those two words, he thought of Belisa Crepusculario, and his senses were inflamed with the memory of her feral scent, her fiery heat, the whisper of her hair, and her sweetmint breath in his ear, until he began to go around like a sleepwalker, and his men realized that he might die before he ever sat in the presidential chair. Saddened by watching his chief decline like a man with a death sentence on his head, El Mulato slung his rifle over his shoulder and set out to find Belisa Crepusculario. He followed her trail through all that vast country, until he found her in a village in the far south, sitting under her tent reciting her rosary of news. He planted himself, spraddle-legged, before her, weapon in hand. She had been waiting. Here are "compesinos" and rich people, guerrillas and fortune-tellers, great beauties and tyrants, the foreign rendered indelibly familiar. Love, vengeance, nostalgia, compassion, irony -- Isabel Allende leaves no emotion untouched in these stories. Opulently imagined, stirringly told, they confirm her place as one of the world's leading writers. The Stories of Eva Luna. Isabel Allende. Isabel Allende now ranks as one of the world's most beloved authors. In , she introduced the world to Eva Luna, in a novel of the same name that recounted the adventurous life of a poor young Latin American woman who finds friendship, love, and some measure of worldly success through her powers as a storyteller. Her most ambitious novel up to that time, "Eva Luna" was described by the "Washington Post" as "a cascade of stories [that] tumbles out before the reader, stories vivid, passionate and human. A treasure trove of brilliantly crafted tales, the book showed us once again why "Eva Luna" and her much-celebrated creator have won such a large and devoted readership. If You Touched My Heart. The Little Heidelberg.

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Details if other :. Thanks for telling us about the problem. Return to Book Page. Margaret Sayers Peden Translator. Isabel Allende is one of the world's most beloved authors. In , she introduced the world to Eva Luna in a novel of the same name that recounted the adventurous life of a young Latin American woman whose powers as a storyteller bring her friendship and love. Returning to this tale, Allende presents The Stories of Eva Luna, a treasure trove of brilliantly crafted stories Isabel Allende is one of the world's most beloved authors. Returning to this tale, Allende presents The Stories of Eva Luna, a treasure trove of brilliantly crafted stories. Interweaving the real and the magical, she explores love, vengeance, compassion, and the strengths of women, creating a world that is at once poignantly familiar and intriguingly new. Get A Copy. Paperback , pages. Published November 13th by Scribner first published More Details Original Title. Other Editions Friend Reviews. To see what your friends thought of this book, please sign up. To ask other readers questions about The Stories of Eva Luna , please sign up. Ricardo I have never read "Eva Luna" and I loved all the stories. As far as I know there are some characters that come from the novel but the stories are comp …more I have never read "Eva Luna" and I loved all the stories. As far as I know there are some characters that come from the novel but the stories are completely independent so I guess they can be read on any order. See 1 question about The Stories of Eva Luna…. Lists with This Book. Community Reviews. Showing Average rating 3. Rating details. More filters. Sort order. Start your review of The Stories of Eva Luna. Mar 15, Elyse Walters rated it it was amazing. Taking off from the book "Eva Luna", Eva's lover, Rolf Carle -- A photojournalist , writes to Eva asking her to tell him stories. In the prologue, Carle tells Eva, that he thinks in the frozen images of a photograph--but she- Eva- thinks in words. Isabel Allende is a 'skilled storytelling' Many themes are examinedlove, family, sexuality, exploitation of women, domestic violence, political oppression, economic inequality, sympathy, revenge, and compassion. These are powerful fiction stories -seductive sensual Eva Luna is a feminist In "Simple Maria" In "The Gold of Tomas Vargas", These two women live happily together --and made their way out of poverty living off the gold that he had once horded. In "The School Teacher's Guest", In "Walimai" There's so much suffering, and memories of suffering in the story. Carle stays with the girl several days before she dies - and his repressed memories of youthful suffering surfaces. This is also being televised and Eva is experiencing both of their pain by watching the television news. What really got to me is this story is based on a true story from Isabel Allende's life when she witnessed the death of Omaira Sanchez, One of the thousands of victims of Colombia's Nevada Ruiz volcanic eruption in Other stories we see through romantic delusions - economics sexual exploitation of women - secrets and bonding of women coming together who have been tortured in similar ways by the same oppressive political regime. Psychological post traumatic scars are revealed when women gather together. Absurdities- confusion in the average mind -swindlers willing to take advantage of lonely hearts These stories are seriously emotionally felt. Allende - not even 5 feet in height herself - stands TALL in her passionate beliefs in convictions If this book doesn't remind us of the authors brilliance- I don't know what book would!!! The whole damn collection!!!! View all 3 comments. It consists of stories told by the title character of Allende's earlier novel Eva Luna. The literary critic Barbara Mujica wrote: "The Chilean author presents her stories through the age-old device used by Scheherazade: the narrator tells them to her lover to entertain him. Like the famous Arabic and Persian tales, these stories combine fantasy with biting social satire and psychological insight. Nov 06, Tamara Witika rated it it was amazing Shelves: own. The life, fragrance, colours, excitement, love and pain dripped off the page when I first read this book as a fifteen year old kid living in suburban Melbourne. The Luscious Rereading Eva Luna 15 years after my first encounter was like a return to home. No longer a misunderstood teen I could see how much I had grown, changed and experienced. Eva was still breathtaking but this time I did not fret that my life would not be as colourful, exciting, heart stoppingly painful and filled with love that would fuel more adventures. Eva and I were comforting friends, equal in life and love. Oct 17, Lana Rigsby rated it it was amazing. In the Prologue to this wonderful collection, Eva Luna's lover urges her to " Tell me a story you have never told anyone before. Make it up for me. The stories are sensual and richly descriptive, and they deal with eternal themes: greed, revenge, the memories of first love suppressed, aging, death. They're written in the "magic realism" style of Gabriel Garcia In the Prologue to this wonderful collection, Eva Luna's lover urges her to " They're written in the "magic realism" style of Gabriel Garcia Marquez, but through eyes that are unmistakably a woman's. My favorites: "The Little Heidelberg", about El Capitan, who wordlessly loved his dancing partner for 40 years before proposing marriage; "And Of Clay We Are Made", a tragic tale simply told; "Toad's Mouth"; a delightfully erotic tale of prostitutes and sheep-herders in the cold south country; "Walimai", about They are stories for reading aloud, over a glass of wine. View 1 comment. So basically I've decided to change my rating from 3 to 4 stars because well, a funny thing happened. I'm writing an essay on this book for uni and basically in it I defend Allende with one cuento which I really really despise d and am quite disgusted by. Initially, I didn't think much of it -- it is the best story to defend my thesis, and if I hate it, who will know? And yet, how talented Allende is and what a master of nuance she is if I can write paragraph after paragraph finding gold in a s So basically I've decided to change my rating from 3 to 4 stars because well, a funny thing happened. And yet, how talented Allende is and what a master of nuance she is if I can write paragraph after paragraph finding gold in a story I thought rotten. So yeah. The writing is amazing, too. And I --a person who usually dislikes short stories -- was really invested. However, Allende's feminism speaks to me only half of the time and, perhaps this is an unusual complaint, the amount of sex in this book made me feel almost repulsion. It's not even that there are lengthy graphic descriptions of the act, but sometimes the language was too much for me in that regard. I'm not sure how to describe it. I've read many things in my life and some of them could probably be classified as pure porn but somehow Allende's sensual descriptions make my skin itch a hundred times more and not in a good way. Sex is also extremely important in most of the stories and it is either their focal point or their resolution. It's just that when I recall this book I think of rotting fruit The Schoolteacher's Guest , the abandoned palace, but also, above all else, of nakedness and sentences like "Elena followed them up the stairs, noting the new guest's intense appraisal of the cotton skirt clinging to her mother's sweaty buttocks" or "[she] was transformed into a round, rosy, moaning, opulent siren, an undulating sea anemone, all tentacles and suckers, all mouth and hands and legs and orifices, rolling and turning and cleaving to the large body of Maybe I'm just too childish but it was too much for me. It's a shame because Allende's stories are very Oh well. Maybe I'll read this again in a few years' time and won't mind. For now, I'll just try to forget all the moaning opulent sirens and live in peace, thanks. Sep 12, Sonia Gomes rated it really liked it Shelves: short-stories , spanish. This review has been hidden because it contains spoilers. To view it, click here. Stories of Eva Luna introduced me to Isabel Allende and for me there was no looking back. I love every short story but I do have my favourites The fact that he brought her a gift every year for Christmas restores my faith in peopl Stories of Eva Luna introduced me to Isabel Allende and for me there was no looking back. The fact that he brought her a gift every year for Christmas restores my faith in people. View all 4 comments. I've been talking about these as I read along. The last two were not to my taste and that's true for a few others as well , but overall, the stories were compelling and vividly told. I see a lot of focus these days on character development, interiority, etc. But I have a great love of plain old storyt I've been talking about these as I read along. But I have a great love of plain old storytelling, too, and these stories show that you can be a powerful writer, have a lot to say about life and the world, and do it through storytelling rather than character development. Feb 16, Onceinabluemoon rated it really liked it. Jun 07, Naurin rated it it was amazing. I loved how the author divided many short stories and put it all in one book. These stories gave me various and mixed emotions. However my favorite story "Wicked Girl" was in the beginning of the book. This story shocked me because I never thought of any conflict in a relationship the way the author described it. The conflict in this story was that a man stayed over a hotel and was sensuous with the owner. The daughter of the owner, however did not like the man. The thoughts of being in a relationship with whom your mother has slept with disturbs me very much. My mother is married, however if she was to date other men, and if I thought of dating them as well if my mother wasn't going out with them anymore, just the thought of it would make me look like a pathetic person. But I guess, there comes times when it's hard to decide things for your self. Therefore, what the daughter in this sotry have done, I won't criticize her for it but I still think it's a mistake. Eva Luna, in bed with her lover, is asked to tell him a story 'you have never told anyone before', and thus starts a series of 23 stories told by this South American Scheherazade. I find Allende to be a compassionate writer, often humorous, often magical, but always humane. The stories are peopled with an eclectic variety of characters — guerillas and tyrants, peasants, whores, doctors, teachers — who suffer, find and lose love, are disempowered and ignored, and who experience hardship and sorro Eva Luna, in bed with her lover, is asked to tell him a story 'you have never told anyone before', and thus starts a series of 23 stories told by this South American Scheherazade. The stories are peopled with an eclectic variety of characters — guerillas and tyrants, peasants, whores, doctors, teachers — who suffer, find and lose love, are disempowered and ignored, and who experience hardship and sorrow. Yet Allende never slips into sentimentality, and the sense of magic lifts many lives from the mundane to the mythological. Houses and entire groups of people slip into the jungle, never to be seen again and remembered only in legend; tyrants find love, if not forgiveness; lives are wasted, neglected, ignored, and yet through all the stories weaves a belief in the power of the human heart to survive and the importance of love. Despite the chaos and the cruelty, the poverty and the bitterness of life, it is Rolf's desperate attempt to rescue 13 year old Azucena and his genuine assurances of how much he loves her, that soars above the base self-gratification of the politicians and remains in the mind. Beautiful, poetic and recommended. Jan 07, Naori rated it liked it. This was a re-read and well worth it - magnificent. May 10, F. Commelin rated it really liked it Shelves: fiction. First, read "Eva Luna. The stories, each of which is a little treasure in its own right, are so intense that I found I could only read one or two at a sitting to fully appreciate them. Author Isabel Allende was born to tell stories! The premise of this book is based on the novel "Eva Luna," the fantastical story of a poverty-stricken girl living in an unnamed South A First, read "Eva Luna. The premise of this book is based on the novel "Eva Luna," the fantastical story of a poverty-stricken girl living in an unnamed South American country. Eva Luna is orphaned at a young age and learns to rely on her wits, love of words and storytelling to survive. At the end of the book she is lying in bed with her lover, who asks her to tell him a story she has never told to anyone else. And so Eva Luna begins spinning her enchanting tales, 23 in all. Aug 10, Miriam Cihodariu rated it really liked it Shelves: peru , chile. I got this as a gift in my freshman year of college and had never heard of Isabel Allende before. As soon as I started reading it I loved it, and developed a taste for Latin American literature, beyond the go-to Garcia Marquez :. This book also helped me overcome my dubious then bias against female authors which, in my experience up till then, were a little lacking behind their male counterparts. It proposed a relatable female heroine without placing her on a pedestal which only thinly veils I got this as a gift in my freshman year of college and had never heard of Isabel Allende before. It proposed a relatable female heroine without placing her on a pedestal which only thinly veils attempts at self-promotion. This was something new and I loved it. Also, the magical realism is a candid, natural one, without much emphasis on the strangeness of events. Her uncle was Salvador Allende, the president of Chile. When he was overthrown in the coup of , she fled Chile, moving to Caracas, Venezuela. While living in Venezuela, Allende began writing her novels, many of them exploring the close family bonds between women. Her first novel, The House of the Spirits, has been translated into 27 languages, and was later made into a film. The Infinite Plan was her first novel to take place in the United States. She explores the issues of human rights and the plight of immigrants and refugees in her novel, In The Midst of Winter. In Paula, Allende wrote her memoirs in connection with her daughter's illness and death. She delved into the erotic connections between food and love in Aphrodite: A Memoir of the Senses. In addition to writing books, Allende has worked as a TV interviewer, magazine writer, school administrator, and a secretary at a U. She received the Harold Washington Literacy Award. She lives in California. Margaret Sayers Peden received a bachelor's degree in , a master's degree in , and doctorate degree in from the University of Missouri. She was a professor of Spanish at the University of Missouri until her retirement in She is a translator.

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