Saturday, March 19, 2011

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Two (or three) rare books

Advertising and poetry, passages from David Refoyo

Would you like to drive?

Alejandro Céspedes, Flores in the gutter

Would you like to drive?

Oscar Gual, Fabulous sea monkeys

Would you like to drive?

David Refoyo, hate

in recent years has published poems in which advertising is important in some way (as a theme, such as structure, as intertext) many authors: Julian Herbert, Pablo García Casado, Gioconda Belli, Javier Moreno ( advertising Cortes), Maria Eloy Garcia, Diego Doncel [1] , Aurora Luque, Ariadne G. García, Elena Medel [2] , among others. José Manuel Lucía Megías recommending the reader to "think green", from the then ubiquitous television advertisement for Heineken in his collection Book of Hours (Calambur, 2000). Not long ago book appeared Alejandro Céspedes Flores in the gutter (Hyperion, 2009), a prose poems with interesting moments and a couple of excellent texts. The final result seemed a bit forced, due to self-imposed requirement that all texts have anything to do with car accidents, but it was remarkable the author made use of car advertising to create a dramatic tension between Happy superficial slogans and content of the verses funeral. David Refoyo presented in hate (La Bella Warsaw, Córdoba, 2011) an extreme and somewhat ruthless treatment of the advertising laws faced with the desolation of the chimera Cernuda. Advertising understood as the distance between reality and desire. Bankruptcy between the claims of a consumer society bent on buying a brave new world at any price, but unable to handle intimacy in a reasonable and satisfactory. Organized as a hypermarket, with sections on issues presented as "products", we find echoes in the poems of Pablo García Casado (adult pleasure ") or David Gonzalez, within a general tone gritty, hyper-realistic and direct, and uncompromising rhetoric , can be understood as a pure poetry in prose combat.


mechanical virtues Exhibition

Avilés, this brutal Finding ; Books Silence, Barcelona, \u200b\u200b2011.

In a moment of this strange novel we read: "Can you raise a narrative drawn up by an author unfaithful and expressed as an accurate or reliable author? "(p. 90). Finding brutal this is the precise demonstration to the contrary, that can be told faithfully what an author account to us as misleading. The purpose of the book is to demonstrate that you can not tell, and indeed that is the result, in this first novel by Javier Avilés (Barcelona, \u200b\u200b1962) but there is no literature narration strict sense. There is a technical framework that supports a text that highlights the parties are due to essays, to the moments in which the author reflects on others, especially when it wanders about filmmakers and their creations. In line with the Vila-Matas of "literary tetralogy," the story about me and the disappearance of reference culturalism under the alternate test species to create a book that feeds on itself.

In that sense this brutal Finding is inversely against another novel by the same publisher has just published chips (Books of Silence, 2011), from castro celso (respect the will of the author to cite his name and the title of his book with case). Both novels are told in first person by a narrator homodigiético protagonist, the two are thus affected by the possibility of structural infidelity the narrator about the history, in both the subject is male, nihilistic and is in the process of decomposition, the two anti-heroes have spoken, as Lowell said, the extinction to death, the two works are at the perimeter, rare , in our literature (or are experimental, or are conventional, are singular) a hole in them for the irrational and paranoid, and both are piecemeal, leaving the reader exhausted despite being short, both oozing talent. And yet, and this was said before, are absolutely opposed : castro choose an expression literary short flights (except as necessary to demonstrate that it has restraining ) to give credibility to a young librarian addicted to drugs and suicidal thoughts; Avilés not concerned at all to create a believable character does not feel the need for life-history-only death and left to its strong styling the reason for the book. Both novels are incomplete, one form of an imaginary perfect novelist might be one to build an castro celso character with the literary voltage Javier Avilés.

Let us return, finally, the issue of the untrustworthy narrator, which I think is the kernel of the novel of Avilés. The book has its roots in a household of dishonest homodiegetic narrator in first person, which could start in the Lazarillo , but in the case of Avilés connects rather with Confessions of Zeno ( 1923), Italo Svevo's novel, as well as works of Nabokov, Beckett and Roussel. Descent more than respectable, it must be said, but perhaps you have to blame the author's insistent emphasis on signs, in point from within the text, as though the reader or critic to realize they were not. The paradox that occurs is: tell the reader so much infidelity narrative that is attending, the text just turning sincere, disabling the mechanism of deception. The reader through a series of deceptions and subjective narrative, but does being accompanied by someone, a voice off, telling you that everything you see is pure falsehood, literary turns in a vacuum, a cul de sac perpetrated by a virtuoso magician, but who the trick while doing it. Cameras rolling cameras rolling, as well Kubrick plane brought into line (p. 103). So when we read "this is nothing but a cold and inhuman in which the technique has supplied machines feelings and people" (p. 104), we can not help feeling that the phrase can be applied to itself books, records like "Mechanical explanatory virtues" (p. 105). Amazing, is true, but icy. If we are to dehumanize, let's do it, but then we get to the end. Finding brutal this had been a hard book, almost unreadable, without the narrator argues that nothing is narrated, not that card player that competes with the cards upside down, turned toward the contricante. Novel had been a harsh, mineral, inextricable, as Tenebrae, 5 (1973), CJ Cela, a book Avilés's novel reminded me at some point (pp. 22-27 .) It would have been a cult book, a savage act of resistance to our Febles times of political correctness and concessions to the reader. Without the narrator, not that I elocutorio diffracted, without the concave mirror along the way, brutal Finding this novel would have been impossible, accursed joyciana, a demonic monster, an abomination narrative, a antinovel. I would love to read.

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(Critical Value of the authors reviewed: none. Relationship Books of Silence: none. Relationship with La Bella Warsaw: currently none, two years ago I was sworn in one of the awards that call)

. Notes

[1] "that mask walk through Lower East Side / low clouds looking pink birds television and advertising power," In no paradise , Visor, Madrid, 2005, p. 43.

[2] "As the winner in the daily battle of Zara: (...) / By leading the ranking of the most desirable bodies, plus striking, for one thing or another to the head / of silk manly chins perfect / beautiful hair framing her lips, "Elena Medel, My first bikini , DVD, 2002, p. 19.

Monday, March 7, 2011

Exiting Tally 9 Internal Error

Sleep Waking: Tao Lin



"I think I'm screwed if I want to get into college. I do not know where to go. And I have only 1,100 points in the entrance examination. "

" Do not worry about it. Probably kill yourself this year. "

" Aha. You're right, "said Dakota Fanning.

Tao Lin, Richard Yates , Alpha Decay, Barcelona, \u200b\u200b2011. Strong Tarín July translation.

sleep Waking

Anyone who has lived recent years in America knows is, today, a sad country. A disoriented nation, which inevitably begins to lose its privileged position in the world, or in some aspects has already lost to China, and does not know how to digest this change. The prominence was one of the core of American popular culture, and their evacuation more economical create such mismatches identity that has put the country of caffeine to tea. Since the mid-sixties American novels have criticized the American dream, many stories that herald its decline. But perhaps Richard Yates is the first real-time tells in this, the awakening of that old dream of dominance no time limits. Almost all reference American symbols in the novel and are shipped with apathy or indifference, in some cases, raw irony

"Where is our Nobel Prize . All former winners of the Nobel Prize were depressed existentialist. Now all are sociologists or so, since North America has been gaining power " (p. 86, see also p. 105)

And the fact that the Day of Action Thanks have an important place in the novel, with its load of symbolism emptied and filled with festive conventionality (ie, its conversion into a antifiesta ) further reinforces this discourse cracked and disturbing about the future of a country and the feeling of helplessness that has its citizens, especially young people. Since 2001 something has broken in the U.S., and there seems no way to recover. Let me quote from a Douglas Coupland, an expert storyteller detect this collective feeling, "Well, maybe people like the idea of \u200b\u200bthe things Americans ... pre-2000 " [1] . The description of the United States that results from reading Richard Yates is a monumental morgue. I think one of the great strengths of this book is its sociological dimension, which will return after making a detour by the ...

psychological dimension

Tao Lin's characters seem stupid , but the narrator's merit is its ability to capture those intimate moments in which we are alone and really stupid. That nurtured array of superstitions, tics, end thoughts, fears unjustified pieces of immaturity, interviews before the mirror, embarrassing grudges against those things or made by the couple, emotional cruelty, misery internal recriminations ominous, etc., who have or have the people and never recognize or concede to the other, represent much of the difficult and dark psychological framework is Richard Yates . A deep and complex book terribly cynical guise of simplicity. Although the Lin stripping many critics have similar misconduct, a sign of lack of literary quality, I recalled, and sorry for the blasphemy, Beckett's characters, especially those of the trilogy Molloy, Malone Dies and The Unnamable. Dakota and Haley have the same inability to speak, listen and understand, and if Beckett's prose personal breakdown is evident in the language, word for word, Lin would be reflected in the phrasal structure, paragraph by paragraph. Sorry to make this comparison, but I think it can make things clear:

"I have not sent anything yet," said Dakota Fanning. "What if I have kept coming. I've stolen foot cream, lemon. I think it must be nice to put it in the face. Once I set foot cream on your face and it was nice. "

" I wish I would have sent something to have it today. "

" You " Dakota Fanning said. "I'd tomorrow if it was sent before today."

"Remember when you said that you send me something every day."

"Yes," said Dakota Fanning.

"I will kill myself soon," said Haley Joel Osment. (Lin Tao, Richard Yates, p. 135)

I kept waiting. Nothing more. A bike!, I cried. But there are millions of bicycles Hole! What kind of bike? Reflected. Barata, ventured to say. What if you find it cheap?, Said. You have told me cheap, he said. I stood in silence. And if you do not find it cheaper, I finally said, are you going to do. I have said, he said. How he lies on a brief conversation from time to time. (Samuel Beckett, Molloy [2] )

communication becomes an exchange of silly, cleverly repeated that cause irritation to the reader, a no anger directed toward the narrator, who orchestrates harmony wrath, but to those characters so incomprehensibly inept to be understood. How this writing, almost zero degree , accomplishes this resonate with some readers (in other produces a sharp denial), among whom I count myself, is a mystery worth the dig.

As fault point, think there is a lack of precision Lin focus when female characters that seem somewhat stereotyped. Although the novel is narrated in third person, only thoughts are narrated Haley (cf. p. 39), but not the Dakota. As if Lin could not get the head of a woman. There is a time when we read this sentence: "In one scene, a man reportedly doing a monologue, the camera spinning around your head with a continuous movement of three hundred sixty degrees" (p. 167), to get to it I thought it was an accurate description of the novel itself, fore seems tiring, though virtuous, an abominable character named Haley Joel Osment.

metaphysical dimension

said he had ridden that day and had noticed that he thought "Life is stupid. I'm stupid. " (P. 8)

"Life bores me," thought Haley Joel Osment. "Or, wait. I do not know. Never mind. "(P. 9)

" Dakota Fanning said the house and said that the person who lived there did not have to go to school suffering from a deep depression. Others talked about their city that they had to go to school because they were deeply depressed. She said she was deeply depressed and still had to go to school. Haley Joel Osment said she needed to attempt suicide. Dakota Fanning said that other people did not attempt suicide. Haley Joel Osment said that perhaps she needed antidepressants. Haley Joel Osment said, "Why everyone is so fucked up here?". He said this was the best place to live because it was fucking crowded and the weather was very good. He said the city should be advertised with the slogan "People fucking, great weather." (P. 19)

"When Haley Joel Osment thought Dakota Fanning's father envisioned a seemingly ordinary man sitting on the edge of the bed in the morning, standing in an office his face expressionless, walking to his apartment at night, walking to his bedroom, closing the door carefully, screaming jagonía, brushing teeth, sleeping. (P. 20)

thought of nonsense. He felt himself as a nonsense. Life had no sense. He thought for a little acceptance. It focused on the acceptance. Subsided. (P. 48)

" That Fuck everyone. I hate everything. I'm confused "(p. 63)

" We should not commit suicide, "said Haley Joel Osment. "Not yet. Great. Postponed. "(P. 67)

I chose some pieces, if I had to play all the result is Richard Yates . The characters created by Lin are cruel and selfish to inconceivable limits (cf. pp. 1972-1979). Almost everyone is depressed and taking medication, or drugs, or both, and most have suicidal thoughts. "If you are depressed is that you are crazy" (p. 81), says Julia, one of the secondary characters. Sometimes make things absolutely absurd ("Haley Joel Osment walked to the post office. Sent some batteries stuffed in envelopes to Mexico and Tennessee by post "; p. 173), say things inane and swim in complete nonsense. They are subject to a full drift, eat garbage, trash drink and have no work or refuse jobs, living garbage. "" I want a baby driving a garbage truck to my house and go on my bed while I sleep, "said Haley Joel Osment" I have a philosophy here that, sorry again my audacity, also reminds me of Beckett, in particular those characters Endgame , Nagg and Nell, who spend all the work inside dustbins.

social dimension

"I like Kill Your Idols." "No," said Haley Joel Osment. "Okay," said Dakota Fanning, and sent him a song.

Tao Lin, Richard Yates

powerful feelings end up being successful almost imperceptible

Tao Lin, in a translated poem here

said that the most important virtue of Richard Yates is, in my opinion wrong and foolish, as its size group portrait figurative and metonymic. To think that Lin has tried to make the epochal novel, sociological, the data leads me away from the relentless producing the names of the characters. Dakota Fanning and Haley Joel Osment are the names of the protagonists, but in "real life" there are two famous Hollywood actors involved in blockbusters blockbuster as The War of the Worlds or The Sixth Sense called Dakota Fanning and Haley Joel Osment. Even the late writer Richard Yates, the title of the book is a well known figure in the American common culture, following the award-winning film adaptation of his novel Revolutionary Road . The anonymous and mediocre Lin's book characters take the name of Hollywood stars is in itself very significant. But even more so than, at any time of the novel, however many are the times in which they are mentioned, no longer "Dakota Fanning" and "Haley Joel Osment", instead of becoming Dakota and Haley, as would any normal account. For example:

was a friend of the editor of a magazine that had published poetry by Haley Joel Osment. The mobile phone rang Haley Joel Osment. It was Dakota Fanning. Haley Joel Osment got the phone to your ear. Dakota Fanning said ... (P. 79).

The procedure is forced, but must ask the why a narrative and radical choice. And hint two possibilities: first, less risky, is that Lin wants the reader always keep a distance from the characters that make it impossible to empathize with them and end up putting on your skin. To understand this well from outside the United States, imagine that the characters in the novel is called Shakira and Cantinflas. For concentrated read a novel, could not stop watching at any time the singer and actor: his celebrity and his recognizable faces would be imposed on the ability of any narrative to create solid characters. Thus, Lin forces the reader to hold a tremendous distance from what is read, far from feeling sympathy or affinity with the young protagonists, the reader becomes a judge who evaluates continuous shares , and they can not see a subjectivity that perennially stolen, castrated, by Lin.

There is another possible interpretation, which I will take more liberties, to say the risks. Consider the fact that use is not a celebrity, but the "name" of a celebrity. A celebrity is a kind of brand advertising subjectified, a label that itself generates economic and expectations. Remember, anecdotally, that one of the characters of that Generation A, Douglas Coupland, created a website with mobile phone ring tones consisting of silence Celebrity Room [3] . The usual sharpness Coupland here becomes absurd symbol of our society, the famous glow up at / by his absence, just as God by his silence thunders in the famous poem by Blas de Otero. Here are also the famous ghost in , they are not, but his name is like an emblem, a logo narrative that completely depersonalized characters. Many times we have known or imagined people living traumatized or upset by the same name as that some famous, may be tempted to feel at times that are not anyone that their identity has been cleared because his name belongs to someone else known to them, by whose standards are always measured his own. And is that the issues of appeal to the possibilities. We like Wagner, who plays Ignacio Vidal-Folch, who "maintained that name things not knowing is not understanding its essence, and if something bothered him was like confusing" [4] . The Cratylus , surely round after the text Vidal-Folch, we made clear the importance of understanding a concept name, and a person does not cease to be a bio-identity concept individual meat.

And so, in this case Tao Lin is relentless with their characters: they are forced to always pass through the filter of other Hollywood gloss, further exacerbating, if anything, its nothingness and nothingness. After such use, in my view as risky as working, Tao Lin seems to be telling us that our contemporary execute to the "normal" people every time sanctifies a celebrity, and celebrity hagiography already Creek to the core of our Western societies surface is forcing us all in an unconscious way to be famous, at least the Warholian 15 minutes, not to seem unsuccessful. This senseless vicious circle is of particular concern in the United States, as you know who know the country well. To cite one dramatic example, Joyce Carol Oates stressed in a distant article [5] the appellant setting of a crowd of young Americans, marginal, or in and of pure crime, who dream of being of major movie stars, athletes millionaires: celebrity, in short. They think models like Capone or Dillinger and believe that you can also get the fame crime through . Someone has to Capone and model may be alienated, but so can a man be called Al Capone and spent all his life a prisoner of jokes about his name because model has fallen on him all its suffocating weight of the media, for life. Lin puts his characters famous names to prevent the lifting, not to let them be them, and also to remind us that stereotypes of fame we are constantly pushing, pushing it to be others who are not, well be no one, since hardly anyone knows us. In this cruel system of mandatory stardom, you only want one without being a loser when you so famous that pursue re anonymity. It's like the goose game, winning only the one at the point of departure after having left it at some point.

This is even more significant if we add the data on which are rare now because a review is no place for it, that Lin is surely The young writer who has done things most incredible and absurd to try to be famous at all costs.


conclusion

would not close without mentioning the tight July translation Strong, who has dealt with a bull temperance rather complicated, precisely calculated by the simplicity of expression, I had access to the English original and I think the translator has understood perfectly the spirit of the text of Lin and was able to recreate it in Castilian. This edition further revaluation of Alpha Decay, hampered only by a small typo ("I said I do not want to interrupt people," p. 140), but the English public offers a valuable book.

This review, to do justice to the end of the novel by Lin, ceremonial ends without unnecessary pomposity.

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(Critical Value of the author or publisher: none)



[1] Douglas Coupland, A Generation, The Aleph Editores, Barcelona, \u200b\u200b2011, p. 143.

[2] S. Beckett, Molloy , Circulo de Lectores, Barcelona, \u200b\u200b1969, Gimferrer Pere translation, p. 169.

[3] Douglas Coupland Generation A; Scribner, New York, 2009, p. 28.

[4] Ignacio Vidal-Folch, The plastic , Anagram, Barcelona , 1999, p. 26.

[5] Joyce Carol Oates: "A lost generation", Revista de Occidente n º 235, December 2000, pp. 119ss.

Thursday, February 24, 2011

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Why not fulfilled the prediction of Keynes on the journey of three hours.

Can you eat money? How much is enough?
The economic downturn has produced an explosion of popular anger against the "greed" of bankers and their bonuses "obscene", which has been accompanied by broader critique of "development": the pursuit of economic development or the accumulation of wealth at all costs, regardless of the harm caused to the environment of the Earth or shared values. John Maynard Keynes
addressed this issue in 1930 in his short essay "Economic Possibilities for our Grandchildren." Keynes predicted that after 100 years ie in 2030 - growth in the developed world would have stopped in fact, because people would have "enough" to lead a good life. " Paid working hours be reduced to three a day, a week of fifteen hours. Human beings would be more like the "lilies of the valley that neither work nor spin."
Keynes's prediction was based on the assumption that a 2% annual increase in the capital, a 1% increase in productivity and a stable population, the average living standards would increase by an average of eight This allows us to calculate Keynes thought that was how [enough] . GDP per capita in the United Kingdom at the end of the decade to 1920 (before the crash of 1929) was 5,200 pounds (8,700 dollars), approximately, at current value. So estimated GDP per capita of 40,000 pounds (66,000 dollars), approximately, would be "sufficient" for humans to focus their attention on something more enjoyable. It is not clear why Keynes thought that the average British national income multiplied by eight would be "enough." It is most likely to adopt as a criterion of adequacy of the bourgeois rentier income of the period, which were about ten times higher than the average worker.
Eighty years later, the developed world has come close to the goal of Keynes. In 2007 (ie before the crash), the IMF reported that the average GDP per capita in the United States amounted to $ 47,000 and the United Kingdom with 46,000. In other words, the living standards of the United Kingdom has increased fivefold since 1930, although two of the rebuttal of Keynes's assumptions: that there would be the "major wars" or "population growth" (in the UK population is 33 percent higher than in 1930).
The reason we have prospered so much is that the increase Annual productivity has been higher than projected by Keynes: 1.6%, approximately, in the UK and slightly higher in the United States. Countries such as Germany and Japan have prospered even more, despite the hugely disruptive effects of war. It is likely that most Western countries reach the "target" of $ 66,000 Keynes in 2030.
But it is equally unlikely that this achievement to end the [insatiable aspiration] to get more money. Suppose, provisionally, that we walked the three quarters of the way towards the goal of Keynes. Would be expected, therefore, that the working day had fallen by two thirds. In fact, it has fallen only a third of ... and has ceased to be reduced from the 1980's.

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

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travel across Candeira



The loneliness of ventriloquists ; Tropo Editores, Zaragoza, 2008.

Before giraffes ; Pages foam, Madrid, 2011.

play this back with your hands

Candeira Matías, Before giraffes

In one of the stories of his first book, The loneliness of ventriloquists (Tropo Editores, Zaragoza, 2008), we read this paragraph: "If it rained in a manner consistent with such violence prehistoric leaks in the building seemed monsoon a landscape that continually strafed closed, which was an expedition penetrate into another reality "(p. 124). I venture to emphasize these lines as a probable poetic storytelling all the work of Matthias Candeira (Madrid, 1984), who despite his youth and has been featured several stories anthologized as one of the most thoughtful of the young explorers gender. The paragraph quoted above has three elements which, in my opinion, operate as columns of this narrative: the construction of outdoor spaces as a representation, we might say romantic - of the psyche, the success of some visual images - we might label as poetic no demerit in the partnership-and, above all, the centrifugal stress that leads to an aesthetic stories away from the realism that constitutes, in effect, as an "expedition to another reality. "

This irrational aspect (sometimes fantastic, sometimes dreamlike, surreal very rarely) in the stories of Candeira seems very suggestive and interesting. Have occurred in recent years many polarized views of the English Short Stories. Some pointed to the distinction between the children of Carver and the children of Borges. Others, the difference between writing short texts with support in the experimental (grouped into Mutantes, the anthology of Julio Ortega and Juan Francisco Ferré) and another perspective based on traditional values \u200b\u200b( XXI Century , Gemma Pellicer and Fernando Valls, no longer interesting to note that, as he saw sharply Jorge Carrión , no authors in common between the two anthologies, proposing both, according to Javier Calvo saw as totalizing ). Calvo said that the opposition between these two ways of looking distinguished fragmentary narrative realistic, and may be one way of looking, but if we talk of realism I would speak of another binary opposition. I guess it will be made over and over again, but my ignorance, I can repeat it as mine: the opposition between children Chekhov and Poe. Both authors are always in vogue in our view, even counting collective tributes published by the storytellers themselves: it is to Poe and he that of Chekhov. The more realistic wake of Chekhov, including its symbolic dimensions, extends his trail by many current texts, as well as Poe's fantasy, not obliterate its pragmatic parts detective, had barbarous offspring. There are few writers who believe that, in reality, there is no reason to waive any of these traditions. In my case I have books that could be ascribed to the first and others second, and the same is true of many colleagues. But it is true that there are writers who seem to have opted for one of the lines, even programmatically, as can be deduced from some poetic or occasional essays on gender.

Candeira is a steady advocate of absolute freedom of the text, fantasy, and various forms of irrationalism, while they may destabilize the text sometimes, will seek other unforgettable hits. So, stories like "When the refrigerator dies," "Play" or "Second Life" The loneliness of ventriloquists or "strange" or "A voice on the threshold" of Before giraffes (Pages foam, Madrid, 2011 ) I find stories written in a state of grace, showing permeability between the fantastic side of life and more everyday and vagabond. Candeira rarely puts their stories into pure fantasy, on the contrary, the situations are more common, people describing the binding of daily survival, suddenly crossed the threshold of the imaginary. His poetry, therefore, falls within a clear opposition to realism, at least to blunt realism. This is an issue (the distinction between a conscious literary realism, critical realism and the usual blunt and ignorant of their epistemological oxymorons) of which we raised in Singularities and which has extended an excellent theoretical relative very important to understand Candeira Matías, Angel Zapata. Zapata, who has been, if my data does not fail, creative writing teacher Candeira, and appears as a master or reference cited in the endnotes of his two books he had written in a certain place and with no small success that

"Realism in literature and all, is not exactly believe that 'the world is well done, as the poet said, but yes, at least, the world-for better or worse - is made once and for all: that things contain within themselves a solid core, opaque berroqueño and reality, refractory to the languages \u200b\u200band codes that shape human desire, indifferent to the historicity, deaf mystery. Realism is that tautology Cazurra says that things are what they are ... And the words, after all, nothing more than words " . [1]

And of course the narrative is hardly Candeira deaf to the mystery. Fraught with human desire, and inhumane also continually slips through passageways that lead our world to other less tangible, standardized protocol for the regulation of consciousness. In the narrative of Candeira roof is much talk but, significantly, rarely walls, unless it is to point the way to cross anywhere except the door. In some poetry has been in favor of a short story written "without depend as much on the giant whale realistic " [2] . It is also remarkable ability to understand a concept of identity as malleable and subject to metanoia, as well as his taste by the fiction to occupy the place of another ("I am them," The loneliness of the ventriloquists, p. 155; "we are you", Before giraffes, p. 42), even when the other is not a person but a monster. Because the narrative is full of monsters, if Before giraffes focuses its narrative focus Candeira figures as Dr. Octopus, no less worrying are the tenants mossy tunnels or women with ventral The loneliness of ventriloquists . The wells, canals, locks and other passages, understood as a symbolic means of penetration of the irrational in the rational (but also as "semiotic channels" to use the expression of Echo Mirrors and Other Essays ) abound in these stories, even in the preceding sections: "I saw a hole ... a hole black. The hole was opened while watching " [3] behold the appointment of Charles Burns opens Before giraffes, along with other no less explicit poet David Eloy Rodríguez and Fogwill. The literature understood as a system of communicating vessels between the real and imaginary, or rather between the real and hard real possibly that is the kernel of the aesthetics of Matthias Candeira. Remember what Nabokov said, speaking of Don Quixote:

"Art has its ways of transcending the limits of reason. I want to propose this theory: the novel would have died of laughter that his picaresque plot intended to provoke, if not containing episodes and passages that gently introduces the reader to the dreamy world of permanent art and irrational ". [4]

I think the short story also would have died without that occasional antirealist drive without the calling of diving pelagics in the worlds of the unconscious. But it is a position that does not look be right but, rather, be irrational. So do not make me much attention. [5]

Candeira is still very young writer, and his two books, as happens in many books stories, are heterogeneous, and with varying quality. Notable pieces are interspersed with other expendable as "That man there," "our future" or other supported solely on the joke, like "Assault 99. His books are still burdened with the impetuosity and boldness commendable wish you an author of his age, but the important thing is to highlight the refinements that have not yet and that experience will give him, but his natural talent, his gift for building story time beautiful and visionary, and its ability to introduce new worlds or allow us to see it the same with other, perhaps better, eyes.


( personal relationship with the author reviewed we are friends on Facebook, that is, no. Relationship with publishers: troops, no; Pages foam published my last essay.)

[1] Angel Zapata, "The Tenderness of nomadic (An introduction to the poetics of Medardo Fraile)" in Medardo Fraile, Scripture and truth, full stories ; Pages foam, Madrid, 2004.

[2] He continues: "There are more writers who love the fantasy genre, which makes me breathe easy because it is probably the genre that I feel more sympathetic" response of M. Candeira the questionnaire on the story included in Andrew Neuman (ed.), Small resistance 5. New story anthology of English (2001-2010) ; Pages foam, Madrid, 2010, p. 448.

[3] "He says his small body (...) actually contains the core of the universe, black holes in a thick immense consciousness" ( Before giraffes, p. 43).

[4] Vladimir Nabokov, course on Don Quixote (1983), Ediciones B., Barcelona, \u200b\u200b1997 135.

[5] Do not rush, I know that I never have.