`Hamlet' Still Speaks to Tragedy of Our Times

W W hen a book screams at me, "I want to be written!," I immediatelyfly from Mexico to London, lock myself up and work nine hours a day.

Nothing distracts me in the British capital. Alas, the peopleare distant, the food is bad and the weather abominable.

But Paris or Rome are cities that seduce me, inviting me towalk, love them with my eyes and sit in cafes doing absolutelynothing with a good conscience.

Nevertheless, as if to compensate, London has the best theater,the best opera, the best art exhibitions and the best research trovesin the world. Her bookshops and libraries resemble the idea JorgeLuis Borges had of Paradise. And during the Christmas season, …