Monday, October 11, 2010

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VARGAS LLOSA: LA FIESTA DEL…NOBEL

"From the door of" The Chronicle "James looks at the Tacna avenue, without love: cars, uneven and faded buildings, neon signs skeletons floating in the mist, noon gray. What fucking moment had Peru? " So begins the novel" Conversation in the Cathedral. " A simple paragraph. Some innocent words for the reader who can not read. To me, a huge portrait of Peru and hopeless people, a kind of compact summary of the world which the novelist does not forget, because that is really their world, while living in Madrid.

So the teacher writes Vargas Llosa. Photo master of what he describes and subsequent metaphors for good readers.

For Cubans, the news of the award of the Nobel Prize for Literature to Mario Vargas Llosa, was long expected. But more than expected, was desired, we did not want to happen what happened with Borges, Carpentier, Cortázar, who died without receiving it, despite the literary stature of the three geniuses of Hispanic literature.

So the news was received with special joy and pride among Cubans inside and outside.
And we also knew, que esa noticia sería una resonante bofetada en los adustos, toscos y aborrecibles rostros de los tiranos y sus aprendices.

Granma inmediatamente, sin dejar enfriar la bomba, salió al palio, con una risible acusación sobre -¡nada más y nada menos! – la ética del escritor.

Bueno, los que conocemos a los comunistas, sabemos que, la técnica que no falla, es acusar al contrario de sus propios crímenes. Es el ladrón acusando para que no lo cojan a él. Eso se llama la Técnica del Amor, que es la base estratégica del Ministerio del Amor.

El problema – el más gravísimo problema – es que, casi todo el mundo sabe, quienes son los grandes Lie academic.

But ... who would think in the world, read a super rag known as the Granma?
Even in Cuba, most people buy it, because there is no toilet paper in government shops.
Anyway, my purpose is to talk about my real encounter with Vargas Llosa. A meeting which, perhaps, he never could learn, while I demolished my brain in the halls of the University of Ottawa, Canada, trying to dismantle the structures of narrative trickery.

But there are pitfalls of which I am happy, were those of "Conversation in the Cathedral." And the traps begin with the name. I was hoping that these conversations were in a category Church Cathedral. Forget it. I do not know which page says that there was a kind of Fonda-Bar, where they meet the main characters in the novel, as Zavalita and comparsa.

Vargas Llosa was a class assignment that the teacher raised the Theory of Narrative. I did my Master and narrative, of course, was my heart.

I think it was after reviewing "Death and the Compass", by Jorge Luis Borges: "No - said Scharlach - Seeking something more ephemeral and despicable, I look to Eric Lönnrot."

three years ago in a gambling den Rue de Toulon, yourself was arrested and jailed my brother .... "
was a really fantastic: Borges, Carpentier, Sabato ... and Vargas Llosa. But in the case of Vargas Llosa had to read the entire novel "Conversation ..." and other fragments of his novels.
I want to say something. If for me, at age 27, the novel by Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude "was like Columbus discovering the New World, Mario Vargas Llosa literature was like discovering the real world of literature. I have no words.

just fabulous.

gave me the task of analyzing two pages! of "talk ..." And in those two pages were all, the whole plot of the novel. I gasped. And I wrote one of my best thesis on narrative, although I found this text, despite spending some days looking for him, for this article.

I tip my hat to this giant of letters, not only for his outstanding contribution to Latin American literature and Latin, but also for his civic position and decency to dictators and dictatorships.

While the Castro has spoken of "extra-literary reasons" for the Nobel, or they themselves believe this hoax: we are in the presence of one of the greatest writers of our America, of all time.

course, Castro would have liked, the Nobel would have given the idiot henchman Randy Alonso and Fernández Retamar Cultural Sgt. Do not reach even to the soles. Although

not be surprised if tomorrow, the cacomacaco Chavez, move their millions to have a Nobel for an idiot-Minion and Cultural Sgt.

But never, none of them will finish his novel, not the end, on page 669 - there is something evil here three times - but on page 31: "Think, I promise. The curtain has a corner folded and Santiago can see a patch of sky almost dark, and guess, out, over, falling on the Fifth of the goblins, Miraflores, Lima, the miserable drizzle again. "

A Granma, or Randy, or Retamar, it may happen that freedom can begin and end on page 31 of a book eschatological.

That goes against all rules of the party. For the Peruvian

more universal, after Machu Picchu and Nazca, my heart and the joy of my brothers. Glory to you and to us! Caner Camejo

Asdrúbal
Poet and Writer.


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