António Lobo Antunes died this year, with the news arriving in March. The author of this text notes that the writer's death seemed out of place, as if it had arrived in the wrong country, which may have caused a delay in writing this tribute.
This Sunday would have been Lobo Antunes' 84th birthday, a date that serves as the impetus for this reflection on his work and literary legacy.
The text indicates that the author needed time to process the news and reread Lobo Antunes' work before being able to write about him, suggesting the emotional difficulty of addressing the loss of a significant writer.
The piece appears to be a broader reflection on the impact of Lobo Antunes' literature and the meaning of his absence, although the available excerpt ends abruptly with "There are writers who [...]".
