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Luis Bunuel's autobiographical account of the strange process of remembering being alive, and drinking gin in small bars. The cinematic genius tells it all, but more than anything else it is a study of revery, thinking about thinking, and cigarrettes. His circle of friends - Picasso, Jorge Luis Borges, Salvador Dalí, and Federico García Lorca - constitue some of the great minds of the twentieth century, and he views his life with an elegance of wit and style unlike any I have encountered elsewhere.

Best autobiography I've ever read. I love what he says about not wanting to live forever, and how instead he'd like to rise from the grave every few years to go down to the cafe and read the newspaper.

I need to dig it out again and reread his anecdote about demonstrating mind control.