Saying that Hopscotch is "Cortazar's masterpiece...the first great novel of Spanish America" (Times Literary Supplement) is putting it mildly - I would start with a mere "absolute literary classic of all times and spaces". The saga of Horacio Oliveira, the story's protagonist, is delivered as how-I-am-chez-moi and how-I-am-au-dehors, displaying at once the situation endured by many post-WWII Latin Americans who dreamed about changing world (and ended up constructing infinite realities of themselves elsewhere, in nostalgic and melancholic scenarios), while portraying such universal themes of past, present and future on one end, and identity, behaviour, dreams, hopes, illusions... And imagination, on the other. Cortázar's grandiosity, as shown in Hopscotch, is literature's first novel ever written in hypertextual (non-linear) prose (emphasis: this was way before the Internet), wherein the reader, more active than ever, is the very author of the perfect circles with no closure (or a Derridean abyss, if you will), set where conversation and jazz are what you hear, smoke and Buenos Aires are what you smell, liquor and Paris are what you taste, La Maga is what you touch, and dreams and surreality are what you see. In the (non)end, this universal classic is written to be whatever you want it to be - and you can grant it unlimited identities here, there, everywhere.