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Oviedo put up no resistance when police raided the house. I went down last December to the Southern Cone of South America, and after a very dull time in Uruguay, I headed over to Argentina to visit Buenos Aires, the “Paris of South America.” While I had a pleasant time there, I am sorry to report that Buenos Aires is not Single Dude recommended.An Argentine man has kept his wife and autistic son locked in a cage for years and forced the son to eat dog food and breathe gasoline fumes, a judicial source said.Inside the cage, made of bricks, wood and metal bars, bags of human excrement lay on the ground, as did dog food, used syringes, gasoline cans, locks, chains and rope which he apparently used to tie them up."This is a story of terror.Crappy hotels are (120 pesos) at the absolute minimum and it’s easy to spend three times as much for a mid level place.
Buenos Aires has some significant drawbacks for the single dude traveler.
I’ve been told that I’m a laconic interlocutor and in this Knausgaard was more than my match; on the recording of our conversation, the long pauses are filled with Sinatra songs playing from the bar’s speakers.
What follows has been edited and condensed, omitting our discussion of Houellebecq and Lars von Trier (he gently scolded me for not having seen The Idiots); of his eldest daughter, who hasn’t read his books but is beginning to write herself (“She doesn’t yet know that it’s difficult”); of his recent trip to Albania and my Albanian heritage (“You must go back to Albania; it is Europe but it is not Europe”); and of the Boston bands I grew up listening to (about which he was curious — “Great bands,” he said).
Though he says the opposite, his English is excellent, but there were two words I used that he didn’t know: placid (crucial because he grew up in a placid country, but in a home that was anything but); and , which had just published his review of Michel Houellebecq’s Submission.
(Our meeting occurred before the attacks in Paris.) We walked east a few blocks and up to 44th Street for a drink at the Blue Bar of the Algonquin Hotel.