Up until then, I had attended the workshop four times and nothing ever happened, though only in a manner of speaking, of course, since naturally something always happened: we read poems, and Álamo praised them or tore them to pieces, depending on his mood one person would read, Álamo would critique, another person would read, Álamo would critique, somebody else would read, Álamo would critique. Then, as if it were settled, I started class in the law schools hallowed halls, but a month later I registered for Julio César Álamos poetry workshop in the literature department, and that was how I met the visceral realists, or viscerealists or even vicerealists, as they sometimes like to call themselves. Thats what I told my aunt and uncle, and then I shut myself in my room and cried all night. Im an orphan, and someday Ill be a lawyer. I wanted to study literature, not law, but my uncle insisted, and in the end I gave in. Im seventeen years old, my name is Juan García Madero, and Im in my first semester of law school. Im not really sure what visceral realism is. Ive been cordially invited to join the visceral realists.
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