It's still good but is there more to say about it? I'm along for the ride with this sex obsessed rum obsessed, sometimes down sometimes out, journalist who's got none of the material trappings of Hunter. S. Thompson. He is where he is and we're jogging along fine in a Havana that is literally falling down, whole walls of apartments block crumbling away in a storm.
As one 83 old lady says in the book, "There's no place in the world where the government can take care of everything".
Then I get to thinking, this is a big dysfunctional fucked up city with a big dysfunctional fucked up government - but this is Castro's Cuba right, and Pedro Juan Guatierrez still lives there. So how does he manage to stay clear of being arrested?. He's already said that when he was journalist half his writing was censored. So maybe it's pretty good in Cuba, just hot and run down (blame the US embargo as well as Castro for that) and full of people in skimpy clothing - see what he says here: Pedro Juan Guatierrez. I like this man. Two extra obsessions at the moment, just discovered (apart from the usual that is) - reading Guatierrez and listening to Lily Allan. I think we all share a love of sex, drugs and profanity, but above all sheer enjoyment and interest in the world. And none of us would have anytime for Bush.
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