Writers who believe that art can be an instrument for social change; writers who can make me laugh; writers who can teach me about the world, my community, and my own spirit; writers who can lure me into a different landscape, dreamscape, timescape, and/or escape and make me want to stay there.
My friend Richard takes a room at the Capri. After three sleep-deprived days in our noisy, group-rate Havana hotel, he has grown restless and grumpy. By his own admission, Richard "doesn't care about politics." He is a romantic, not a revolutionary. He wants a quiet room, a clean bed, and good room service. Finding bourgeois accommodations is a tall order in this ancient city, but ...
