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Bolaño essayist, as a new novel

It was announced some time ago and did not disappoint expectations: Incidentally, the collection of essays, articles and speeches by Roberto Bolaño is an event for all lovers of the great Chilean writer , whose death at the age of 50 in 2003 remains one of the highest losses big to world literature. Published in Italy by Adelphi, perhaps a cover price a bit 'too high, the book is a sort of side B of the work of Bolaño's fiction, but insists on the same vinyl, the same incandescent and magnetic field feeds memorable books as Nazi Literature in America or The Savage Detectives. The editor Ignacio Echevarria has selected writings that appeared between 1998 and 2003, and has divided the book into six main parts, preceded by a brief and followed by a self-portrait of the last interviews granted by Bolaño before he died. " "All the texts collected here - adds Echevarria - were written 'in brackets', ie in the margin of incessant creative activity that inevitably emerges from these pages "and that, with the latest masterpiece 2666 confirmed Bolaño" absolutely out of the series as a novelist, decisive ".

For those who know and love the voice of Bolaño, even the seemingly minor stories, texts brackets are like a homecoming. Only he can indeed write about the contemporary Argentine literature: "It has three lines of reference. Two are known. The third secret is . Well, this secret way, This ability to be obsessive and distant, are the hallmark of the Chilean writer, for which the writing quality is "being able to poke my head in the darkness, to be able to jump into the void, knowing that literature is basically a dangerous profession." All those feelings that we read (and the same writer tells us "are much happier when I read that when I write") of the novels and stories of Bolaño we have raised an obvious but often obscure, here they find their place in line , which increases the player the feeling of having always had the eyes that truth, not to have noticed, perhaps stunned by the wonder of the literary page.

The amount of suggestions Bolaño's writing is enormous, we can choose only some quotes: "Every item in self exile literature, no matter who the writer was forced to leave in twenty years or has never been moved to home. Probably the first exiles to which we know about Adam and Eve were . One is reminded of the Bible, of course, but also Kafka, who told his internal exile as an employee in a large insurance company and died for not having to live in exile of the body that would represent Auschwitz. Borges, Neruda, Gombrowicz, Dick, Joyce, in the papers in Bolaño parade the big names of world literature together in many South American authors little known to us, but beware, reminds us of the Chilean the first requirement of a masterpiece is go unnoticed. Minutes of the maze you go out just to get another, and so on. If we wanted to try to find a still point in all this sea of \u200b\u200buncertainty and pain - that shines through the many references to the Pinochet dictatorship - perhaps we could choose Bolaño's reaction after a meeting with the beloved poet Nicanor Parra though: "The best thing scram to do is run, the best thing is to find a way out of that pit and asymmetric cut the rope in silence, while steps Nicanor resonate up and down the corridor. " Read Bolaño, broadly speaking, is a wonderful experience of this type.

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Isherwood and wonder of nothing

A book about nothing. So he called Claudio Magris, obviously flattering tone, Flaubert's Sentimental Education. The same can be said today on the 1964 novel by Christopher Isherwood, Adelphi, which has re-released on the occasion of the release of Tom Ford's A Single Man , which is inspired by the book. Released for the first time in Italy in 2003, one man recounts a day of George, mature literature professor in California in the early sixties, still shaken by the loss of partner, Jim, but always in search of those emotions that, in a word, it consists. There is no plot in the classic sense - and Adelphi speaks of a "novel in pictures " - and the node around which the story is technically a non-event, since Jim died in the romance out of space and everything revolves around other non-events, such as a possible new relationship with a young student, who remains, as far as we know, only imagined. Still, around this thing, Isherwood portrays a character then hard to forget, full of nuances and somewhat scandalous. In short, perfect for the movie and Tom Ford for his portrayal of Colin Firth.

The novel is very physical and very frank, and is based on a kind of interior monologue reinterpretation, more stringent in the first part and more diluted in the second, but with the balance control which the author leads us through the maze George's personality with a light hand, apparently equidistant. "George is different - Isherwood writes in a phrase crucial to understand the character - because, in a way that does not quite know how to define, but that jumps immediately to the naked eye seeing, has not given up." Well, perhaps sometimes the reader does not know define the novel, but its strength is clear behind the simple descriptions (eg of the highways of Los Angeles or the threat of nuclear missiles of the Cold War) and the mastery of Isherwood is the one to govern all of these matters as if nothing had happened, with the same ease that one would ask an actor called to playing a complex role.

George is sometimes cruel, sometimes cynical. But it was with himself, and that makes him a figure above the average and "one man" is indeed a sad story, but also surprising, absurd, essential vitality. It makes you think that, somehow, is close to the power of the outrageous and beautiful Theatre Sabbath Philip Roth, while maintaining a critical distance to the extent of the characters: both the puppeteer jew was a satyr and any predator (albeit huge and Shakespeare), so the professor homosexual is elegant and cultured. Beneath them, however, and here we return also Flaubert, burning life in its inexhaustible complexity. "I can not speak for others - said the young Kenny George - but for all I care nothing made me wise." And when the boy asks him if the experience is useless, he says, "I'm just saying it's okay if one does not. But if you do not even try, if you only know it exists and that you have ... then it can be wonderful .... " The book is all here, sorry if it is little.

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We fell in love with a mystery: the Universe (life).

Why try to figure it out? (Doctors, philosophers, astronomers, mystics, scientists, varied, and me ... yes, you thought? This blog I write for me ... so then do not read anybody ... apparently the name has brought him bad luck : D. .. about the name-but for those who, if anyone reads it? - did not understand the double pun: Awarenessuno A = Awareness-or-Aware No strong ... eh?)

Mystery is not the 'I', the Self, who we are ... nooo! The opposite!

"Our" identity is being ... I do not think that there is a mystery to be ... and there is no need to ask "ABOUT U.S." ... the "U.S." is the Being, and that "WHO" is the Universe ... and since what is perceived can only be interpreted, then the universe is a mystery ... and never will be revealed, a mystery because it can not become a truth. (It can only reveal)

More mystery that is changing (of 'Being), and a change can not be immortal ... then analyzed.

When we say that a mystery has been revealed, it just means that has been given a logical interpretation of the mystery in question ... that is, ultimately.

So why try "about us"? or we try to understand what the universe is life?

Einstein said: " There are only two things infinite: the universe and human stupidity ... but I still have doubts on the first" ... you're thinking: "ch and does this phrase?" .. Got to do, got to do!