I’m still reading through The Commanding Heights. The pages have been turning over a little faster for the past few days. It’s been a fascinating read so far. Anyway, I came across this little passage in Chapter 9:
Perhaps nothing so much brought home the distance he [Mario Vargas Llosa] had traveled as when he encountered his old friend Gabriel García Márquez one evening at a theater in Mexico City. García Márquez had never abandoned Fidel Castro, and he was strongly critical of Vargas Llosa’s repudiation of the left. They got into an argument, and Vargas Llosa ended up knocking García Márquez out, which is something that one hardly ever gets to do to the subject of one’s doctoral dissertation.
