He makes a point of dropping exotic place-names all over the place, a "subtle" form of boasting, or it's conspicuous consumption, wearing his travels on his sleeve, might as well have five or six heavy gold gangbanger chains around his neck and rings on every finger.
But I like it.
As usual in literature, a good deal of Negativity throughout. Gored bullfighter feels the horn pass through him and into the sand of the ring beneath him--ouch! The relevance of the italicized incidents that open every chapter not immediately apparent.
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