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moving house --- Matias Vicuña turn 17

and l other day in a bookstore, signing CELL,
a reader approached me to autograph a copy will
of Jeers (the Green Edition). The issue is that while the dedication
thought, I said: "I have

the same age as Matthew.
-you're 17, I said "yes
was born on 91 October.

I never had to think about what month the character of Matías Vicuña
birthday (something tells me that is Pisces, I know) but clearly in the book,
set in September 1980, Vicuña is 17.

The novel appeared in Buenos Aires the first week of December 1991
(the first copies arrived in bookstores in Chile a few days before this Christmas)
x what, precisely in these days, turned seventeen.

The book has the same age as his protagonist (something that will never happen again)
and, incidentally, the same age as some of your new readers

Rare

I, the truth, I never thought that
book printed or less would leyéndose

17 years after it so I'm glad ...
as a tribute
or birthday gift,
here's the original cover, and further down, criticism of the priest Ignacio Valente Rev
appeared in the Book of
Mercury (March 92 - just put the conciernente the book)
q ruined my psyche for a long time. not anymore.





Tb is a link to the final version, posted to Vimeo, one of the pieces I did audiovisual
as part of a "Tiser" that had
do to meet the demands of a prize CORFO. He ran to study the possibility to make a movie. Personally, as things stand, I see it impossible. Nor am I interested. I think that with these pieces, I had the pleasure to film a MV in vivo.


This is the part one, tb few months ago I posted on You Tube,
psychologist named Matthew goes to something that does not happen in the novel. The other pieces, all
filmed in late 2007, will debut as part of www.cinepata.com midway through the first half of 2009.

the role it plays Ignacio Matías Aycaguer that after this experiment,
opted out of the action.

that

http://www.vimeo.com/2587524


Book Review
El Mercurio, March 1992

SUMMER NOVELS O For

Ignacio Valente

L I read four books in Chile in February have been, apparently, works of fiction and, more precisely, novels by Chilean authors. Without derogating from my private reserve, the general made me happy, so that means success and outreach to our narrative ....

the third novel ... Most read in February, ond Mala to Alberto Fuguet, speak little, partly because I could only read half. It became unbearable. Big will the swallows you need a literary critic, and I think mine are, but not go so far as to finish this stuff. Immediately tell the sake of truth and justice, although I do not like slang - in principle I prefer the common language of any slang, "I must admit that Fuguet has treated some bourgeois youth slang some plasticity current literary : his prose, even using this jargon waste pituco brothel, get a interesting verbal effects, has agility, usually flow well, is expressive, even if it is just for now and only the primary underworld idle rich babes empty most recent degenerated terribly frivolous. If the reader does not get bored of life as sovereign as they then were disgusted with his disgust, it beats his tin. The author specializes in the dumbest thing you can hold the teen soul, paying a disproportionate cult ephemeral as youth fashion of the day.

Because it is not the Fuguet prose that I have crashed, but with the person, the atmosphere, human typology and the world of its protagonists, especially the main dude infatuated fool of its own decline. I mean the vast emptiness of those dolls upper-middle class Santiago, who frequent the premises, hear the music, wear the shirt brands, travel to places they have the talent anthropological, etc., Widely described in this novel. So cocaine is becoming more stupid than bad in this frivolísima wave.

prefer dens common crime, political terrorism, the lumpen of ideologies drawn from subcultures more silly, because even in them, as evidenced by a rich narrative "may be more glimpses of the human sense of psychological and psychopathological interest of ethical significance, and good accounts of humanity in all of them, but in this underworld of imbeciles viciosillos even quite degraded, passing on the novel by vacuum, soft and hard drugs, drunkenness, orgasm, status signals, the hollow sophisticated, the dearth of soul, the lowly insignificant, second-rate feelings, depression insubstantial, the tedium vitae and ultimately, it is the only right word, the inanity of these puppets that star in the worst wave of contemporary Chilean novel.

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stuttering and bad dancing manias

this note-Planas Quique interview appeared in El Comercio of Lima
Sunday, after q was "present" in the presentation via Skype
from cell to Peru on Friday. Little by little, I guess, the bombing
Caicedo will decrease ... but the truth is that the critical reception, and sales
media has been remarkable. Caicedo is now an author who is part of the literary map


IN THE BOOK FAIR. Andres Caicedo and "My body is a cell"
The salsa dancing did not know

ORDERING and edit texts and unpublished letters, Alberto Fuguet reconstruct the complex And contradictory VOICE OF THE LEGENDARY WRITER CALI

By Enrique Planas

I admired as a film critic, but never fully believe in the virtues of their literature. Therefore, the Chilean writer Alberto Fuguet always thought was missing a great work in producing the now deceased Colombian writer Andres Caicedo (London 1951-1977). Reason, decided to compose himself.


Thus, dispersed and heterogeneous original Caicedo, correspondence and largely unpublished prose, which no one had paid attention, Fuguet up (or direct) a true literary documentary. My body is a cell (The other side) is the author of "Mala onda", the masterpiece of the author and the rest of Cali, books such as "crossed" or "Long live the music," he would rather text complementary.

A "masterpiece" made, paradoxically, with the scraps left by other publishers who dived into the trunks full of manuscripts that the young writer left suicide at age 25, hours after receiving the first edition of his novel "What live music. "

"Traditionally, if a young writer dies and is no longer material, the first thing you see are his stories and novels. It was felt that an important writer was the most creative, the most gifted in storytelling. But today, it is more reasonable to think that a writer is someone who not only narrates but confesses to be naked, he reflects, he criticizes. So I dare say that an important part of his work is "My body is a cell," says Chilean writer via telephone, hours prior to participating, via a teleconference, the presentation of the book at the fair Ricardo Palma, held last Friday.

certainly delve into the life of a manic depressive writer, brutally obsessive, and contradictory to the limit, it was an exhausting undertaking. "Although I was fond of as a character, and had decided to protect it, sometimes I made life unbearable, "says Fuguet. But the fascination with this great and complicated character offset any depletion.

Of course, any reader who find a key that explains the reason for his suicide, find rather a combination of the reasons and injustices. "Not I have the answer as to why he committed suicide. But what is clear is that I have had nothing to do with what he said, that life was not worth it lived after age 25. I think the book manages to unmask the pose. Indeed, Caicedo was not as rockin as he thought. Nor could dance salsa, something incredible for whom he wrote a novel like "Long live the music!" In the end, Andrew was a stutterer, a guy who watched movies all day, a person injured and divided, "he explains.

However, in the structure of this memoir published 30 years after his death, shows how a failure Fuguet Caicedo trip 24 years ago in Hollywood with the naive idea of \u200b\u200bselling a film script led to the collapse of mind of the writer.

"Clearly the trip to the U.S. marked a before and after in his life. Caicedo was never the same. This guy with a name that opened doors in Cali comes to Hollywood, where he believes to know both film would open the door as if he had a Visa Gold card. But just making fools of themselves. Caicedo was damaged from that blow. Since then the building started to collapse, "says the writer.

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responses Corsello Andrew Roth, in the latest GQ.

" I can only really write when I'm alone in a place that's mine, That I'm accustomed to,
and There's no interruption. I Do not have a phone. I Do not Have Anything That Can distract me. And I spend the hours ruminating. If you spend six or seven hours rumminating on your invention, the next part of it will come to you. When I'm walking the streets, I Do not Have That Kind of concentration. Nor do I want to Be When writing
'm not writing. "

" Hard work, steady work, is my Greatest ... satisfaction. I Have Worked hard and steady
These last over fifty years. And when I'm at work, I'm pretty satisfied "

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a little late, but there are now critical of Chile. Bisam investigates and explores Alvaro Caicedo
in Mercury

Sunday December 14, 2008
Rev Book / Arts and Letters, The M

"My body is a cell"
An empire of misery

The figure of the Colombian writer and myth alive in an "autobiography" built by Alberto Fuguet, who compiled and edited his diaries, private letters, film reviews, poems and how I had lost a hand. ALVARO

Bisam

In one of its most paradoxical My body is a cell can be read as a little morality tale about the Latin American intellectual relations with the global culture. That's because at its most unhinged Andrés Caicedo (1951-1977), Colombian writer and cinesifilítico suicide, the U.S. lost in trying write and sell a couple of scripts (written in English that nobody seems to understand) for a horror movie based on Lovecraft's work.

sounds like a joke and is one of the many interpretations that can have the text. The point: to Caicedo goes wrong. Defeated, he ends up back on his heels and returning to the intensity of the tedium of life of Cali. But this story is recorded and can perhaps reveal why the Chilean Alberto Fuguet (who rode this "autobiography" of Caicedo on fragments of personal diaries, private letters, film reviews, poems and how I had lost a hand) is interested in life and work of Colombia: the vital angst is perhaps similar Caicedo which almost always brandish its characters, experts in lost and found in unusual places or nearby.

But there's a catch there. Read the volume as a work of Fuguet subtracts the single most provocative can wield the story before the reader: in their own right, can be interpreted Andres Caicedo-over or beyond the hagiographies of the excess, insanity and banality - as a powerful cultural symbol. That lies in its ability to synthesize involuntary spirit of the times he played, the 70, the boom, the coups in Latin America, Bergman and Truffaut films, cocaine-and make it better involuntarily under writing . Of course, that is in some of his other books (the devastating compendium of reviews Eye cinema or the novel Long live the music) but here raises (Caicedo like a zombie "literary?) With force and clarity by revealing the pathetic condition, contradictory and fragile in his voice: "Words, words, strong economies, grant me a dream in which you can look to the future (...) to send me to send you in me and for five years not leave. "

Under all this lies a tale as simple as dramatic, amalditado a teenager who escapes from his native Cali (which calls Calicalabozo: "No more to this city, not that close) to get lost and fail in their American dreams of escape and finally return to a country that is overwhelming, while looking-through addictions as diverse as the party, drugs, film, literature and desire, a way to overcome his despair: "I took, impeccably, 25 Valium Blues and became a deep cut on the wrists with a kitchen knife I could find more oxidized, nothing happened to me (...) the wounds are fully healed. "

For this reason, the book becomes relevant read, alongside the purely biographical fragments, film reviews Caicedo, real snapshots of your universe decaying. Perhaps the central value of the text and the work of Caicedo is here, where the cancer of self-destruction gives way to something deeper, less romantic light or infinitely more viscous. And interests rather than the artist who self-mutilate and spreads his reign of misery while doping with Seconal and fetishized to the Rolling Stones, the film critic profile that tests the limits of his writing. This gesture, in which the hero is about inexorably to self-destruction, silence is certified as a form of inner peace, which moves the reader.

That show, which could be, especially towards the end, together with Hurt Nine Inch Nails background, is the demolition of the personality, perceived by the reader in an amazing final confusion, as if the amazing obsession with a young Colombian frozen outlining, ironically, the stigma terminal maturity and distressing premature. Caicedo said: "I can not help with old age in my teens (...) I am very much alive. I'm dead. "

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the story vs. the novel (as Millhauser)

few months ago I read this essay by Steven Millhauser
- I q in the NY Times, I forget-about stories
and its difference with the novels and the (secret"?) ambition to have ...

topic for discussion: What is the difference in ambition between short and long?
and, now, are among a long series? Can we make analogy between the long and documentaries, as
between fiction and nonfiction?

I do not know: I only know I want to go with stories, with short, with novels, nonfiction
with and "research", with documentaries, with long ....

here a couple of pieces of it planted by Millhauser (English)

The Ambition of the Short Story



By Steven Millhauser The short story - how modest in bearing! How unassuming in Mann! There It Sits quietly, eyes lower, almost as if trying not to be noticed. And if it should somehow attract your attention, it says quickly, in a brave little self-deprecating voice alive to all the possibilities of disappointment: “I’m not a novel, you know. Not even a short one. If that’s what you’re looking for, you don’t want me.”... The novel is the Wal-Mart, the Incredible Hulk, the jumbo jet of literature. The novel is insatiable — it wants to devour the world.

What’s left for the poor short story to do?

It can cultivate its garden, practice meditation, water the geraniums in the window box. It can take a course in creative nonfiction. It can do whatever it likes, so long as it doesn’t forget its place — so long as it keeps quiet and stays out of the way... The short story is always ducking for cover. The novel buys up the land, cuts down the trees, puts up the condos. The short story scampers across a lawn, squeezes under a fence.


The novel is exhaustive by nature; but the world is inexhaustible; therefore the novel, that Faustian striver, can never attain its desire. The short story by contrast is inherently selective.
By excluding almost everything, it can give perfect shape to what remains. And the short story can even lay claim to a kind of completeness that eludes the novel — after the initial act of radical exclusion, it can include all of the little that’s left... What the novel cares about is vastness, is power...The novel wants things. It wants territory. It wants the whole world. Perfection is the consolation of those who have nothing else...

... the ambition of the short story, the terrible ambition that lies behind its fraudulent modesty: to body forth the whole world. The short story believes in transformation. It believes in hidden powers. The novel prefers things in plain view. It has no patience with individual grains of sand, which glitter but are difficult to see... The short story concentrates on its grain of sand, in the fierce belief that there — right there, in the palm of its hand — lies the universe...

...It looks for the moment when the grain of sand reveals its true nature. In that moment of mystic expansion, when the macrocosmic flower bursts from the microcosmic seed, the short story feels its power. It becomes bigger than itself. It becomes bigger than the novel. It becomes as big as the universe...

...Therein lies the immodesty of the short story, its secret aggression. Its method is revelation. Its littleness is the agency of its power. The ponderous mass of the novel strikes it as the laughable image of weakness. The short story apologizes for nothing. It exults in its shortness. It wants to be shorter still. It wants to be a single word. If it could find that word, if it could utter that syllable, the entire universe would blaze up out of it with a roar. That is the outrageous ambition of the short story, That is ITS Deepest Faith, That is the greatness of STIs smallness.

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The book of the year in Colombia now

unusual, unbelievable, terrific
Caicedo will be more than happy ...

according to Semana, Colombia, in its issue of December 13,
the book of 2008 is ...

editorial In a year dominated by stories of drug traffickers kidnapped and there was also space for narrative and reflection. A selection includes drama, story, story, essay, and journalism. By Luis Fernando Afanador critic
books

1 - My body is a cell. Andres Caicedo.

From letters and mostly unpublished texts, the Chilean Alberto Fuguet staged a remarkable autobiography Andres Caicedo. His best book, no doubt. Now no longer be a promising young author of works, but torn and lucid writer who transcends his time and parish level.

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it's up to Lima ... 08


OK --- caciedo follows the tour, but now andrés traveling alone ..
now up to Lima, a city where lives one of his best pen pals,
Isaac León Frías, and where you live tb one of his biggest influences: Mario Vargas Llosa


know "Caicedo Vargas Llosa?
do you fan of his livery was pre 1977?

Lima
tb was John Bullitt, another film critic friend
which he wrote, and that was a little on the editing table
(note: Bullitt, another film lover, committed suicide)

the Fair presentation will be Ricardo Palma on Friday 12, at 19, with the presence of well León Chacho and Cesar Gutierrez Miguel Ildefonso

ah: there was a breakthrough in Caretas
(reproduced in cinencuentro:
http://www. cinencuentro.com/2008/12/04/adelanto-autobiografia-andres-caicedo-caretas /

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Caciedo tour "hug ... protect it in its fall ... save" too many people

a large and very long text in the Excelsior City
by the great Jose Noe Mercado, a privileged reader and a big movie buff


tell me, IDF post, the book is already reaching all Mexico Liberia
the



Andrés Caicedo revive Fuguet using

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Excelsior Jose Noe Mercado

GUADALAJARA .- "I like people to think that I'm finished, to received from time to time the surprise, "wrote Andrés Caicedo, who is back to the world. March 4 1977, at age 25, died Colombian writer and film buff on his typewriter after 60 Seconal prescribed. But now, as in a film class B, gives us the surprise return, to finally be recognized abroad, through My body is a cell , a kind of documentary filmmaker and Chilean writer Alberto Fuguet.

My body is a cell (Editorial Norma) is a book that, after release in Chile and Colombia, was presented at the International Book Fair of Guadalajara 2008. This is an autobiography, a testimony of the handwriting of Caicedo, under the direction and editing credits Fuguet, who in the making of explains

"Caicedo did not write this book as it exists and perhaps not designed, at least consciously, but it is his book. Not sat down to write My body is a cell. Just sat all day to write anything. All that is in the book was written by Caicedo. The base material were letters, scraps of paper, half-completed diaries, notebooks, notebooks rings, film reviews, newspaper articles and 'letters'. "

From this magma, Fuguet sculpts a poignant first-person testimony (that of Caicedo), while it shows its vitality and passion for literature and film, tears and cracks inevitably as existence, the loneliness, the incomprehension, the urgency to connect with the world, but in the consciousness of its impossibility. Caicedo, just as it happened with salsa dancing, I wanted to but could not:

"I dreamed that many women besiege me, who want to get my pants and I never stopped, terrified at the idea of \u200b\u200bfinding, where expected force, stiffness, a limp piece of muscle because it is disenchanted with the world, because he no longer wants to be like life, but death comes looking. "


Fuguet's merit lies not in simple collection and assembly of texts, but focusing on understanding and sensitivity to bring the premises Caicedo (a movie buff and suicidal guy with long hair and glasses onder, stuttering and party) to the frame of a deep and sympathetic character who wakes up in the reader to embrace the anxiety and perhaps protect it in its fall, to contribute to salvation.

The Chilean narrator shows his skills as director and uses various outlets and plans to find intimate details and nuances in Caicedo: we read, for example, poems, posts, essays, stories, poems, watching his city, its river, talking by letter many times over pop culture, or simply pulled over an hour on the floor of his room in silence and darkness. From the above, can be deduced that the structure of My body is a cell is solid, but nimble, imaginative, quick-read and punch.

This book is the result of an epiphanic encounter with Caicedo Fuguet. The Chilean heard of Caicedo in 2000 in Lima, Peru, as in the now-defunct bookstore La Casa Verde, while doing time, found his book to the movies Eye: "I see the author's data: 25 years, Colombian, and start to browse: James Dean, Roger Corman, Taxi Driver, horror movies, things present, and say, 'what is this, where it came from. "

"I buy the book, I go to the airport, I get on the plane, three hours to Santiago, and landed another person. Fascinated, I find the brother who always walked like, with the pair, the guy who I felt I needed to have been under attack, someone would have protected me, I could have said 'you can also write this music is not bad English, you're a traitor to listen to Radiohead or The Rolling Stones, instead of listening to rancheras, you can be Chilean or Peruvian, Ecuadorian, Colombian or Mexican, and foreign films, however, processed locally '. "

Fuguet says, "Caicedo is a writer who can travel. His language, especially in nonfiction, is not so difficult, rare, or Colombia as people might think, but of a contemporary author, modern and new, that can travel to other languages. For anyone that has gone wrong, and do not say someone who has killed or is it, that has doubted herself, that is unsafe or feel that some have made fun of her, is impressive because the author writes from heart.

"Beyond the figure of long hair or that of the whole day was like flying, Andres Caicedo clearly written. There are tons of his letters. The film is amazing, because Andrew was a movie buff who saw everything from trash to high art. He was a guy who saw Francois Truffaut, Roger Corman. Caicedo wrote hard to imagine that the end of the 60 in Latin America. In other words, if the U.S. would have been a contemporary of Jack Kerouac or William Burroughs, the Beat Generation, or people bigger than him, as Ernest Hemingway and Scott Fitzgerald. "


" At the time, wrote Andrew as anyone in Latin America. It costs a lot to understand that in a provincial town in Colombia, in the same year Hundred Years of Solitude , a guy who had no Internet, no VHS, no YouTube, it appeared that he was living in New York. It was a guy with the information I. Even today, I know very few people that dominates. I think there are many ways to understand Andres Caicedo, but, among other aspects, Latin America is the great movie buff. Some people go to the movies to escape. Andrew was a refuge. He realized that life outside was not as good and had to do movies. He saw movies to save us. For more than a critic, I wanted people to go see the same tapes that he had seen. In that sense, was a psychopath, a cinépata. He felt that people should watch their movies and that achieving it, would save the world. Maybe he realized that, deep down, would not be able to save him, but if people saw the films he saw, the world would be better. And I think the world is indeed better for Andrew. "

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tired




I am tired.
I am tired of speech and of action. If You Should
meet me upon the street
Do Not
question for me I can tell you only my name
and the name of the town I Was born in-but
That is enough.
It Does Not Matter Anymore Arrives whether
tomorrow. There is
If only this night and morning after it is
it Will Not Matter now.
I am tired. I am tired of speech
and of action. In the heart of me
you will find a tiny handful of
dust. Take it and blow it out
upon the wind. Let the wind have
it and it will find its way home.

---Tennessee Williams

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"But if I am in a unfamiliar place, among a number of strange people, or people whom I feel to be strangers, than the whole room presses on my chest and I am unable to move, my whole personality seems virtually to get under their skins, and everything becomes hopeless"

-F Kafka

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Feedback from Taboga:


desde Bogotá, donde pasé la Last week, Taboga according Caicedo, I get a lot of info,
more than I can put, but the book is provoking and disturbing, and what makes me happier, is changing the look that the Colombians themselves have
this
AC is the Colombian weekly Semana,
an impressive article by Eduardo Arias

The rightful place

While Latin America begins to discover Andrés Caicedo, My body is a cell , autobiography, and texts based on personal letters, shows that more than one author for teens.


Andrés Caicedo, one of the best-kept literary secrets that had Colombia, begins to become famous in the rest of Latin America. Caicedo, who speaks in Colombia for more than 30 years following his suicide, his novel Long live music and some of his most memorable stories, he was a virtually unknown in the rest of the continent, and whether his name was known in very tight circuit of worship.

Why the change?

One of the main culprits is the Chilean writer Alberto Fuguet, who has just published with Norma Editorial My body is a cell , an autobiography that he assembled based on letters to friends, personal texts and films Caicedo, several of them unpublished. Fufuet threw it at the last Book Fair held in Santiago. "In Chile Caicedo did not exist and the book has been incredible. After the release I sat two hours signing copies." He adds that in Chile and Argentina seems extremely contemporary writer. "I do not think they have written in the 70's." Various

news columns and mass circulation newspapers Argentines as Clarín and La Nación, on the occasion of publishing in this country live the music or release of My body is a cell , endorse Fuguet's statement: "Andrés Caicedo, the James Dean of American literature." "Death and Resurrection: The Colombian writer Andres Caicedo committed suicide in 1977 at age 25. Mito 'punk' and son of a sick city, began to be published in Argentina" or "caicediano year?" are just some examples.


According Fuguet Andres Caicedo began finally to take their place in the world, and notes that will soon be translated into German. "We need out of the worship, young field and give their true dimension."

Fuguet, author of novels such as Mala Onda, Red Ink, Movies my life and the graphic novel Road Story , appears in the credits of My body is a cell as if he were the director and the head assembly of a movie. Because in reality that's what he did. Arming them with readers the true picture of Andres Caicedo. Show that the character charged with the mythical aura of being a rocker and mop tile salsómano plaguing the Branch of Heaven was actually a be tormented, confused, extremely fragile and not a suicide gesture generation (that of "not worth living for over 25 years), but because her life was great. Something that had begun to insinuate some of the articles and letters published Caicedo before, (especially in The story of my life ), but did Fuguet more than evident when accessing a material that until recently Caicedo Estela's family had not considered relevant to be made public.

Reading these pages, Fuguet armed with the precision of a surgeon, reveals many of the issues that had so tormented. To do this he used letters, texts about their daily lives, and even film criticism. But the mere selection and transcription of texts in a more or less chronological order. Fuguet took fragments of writings, letters merged it day to several people to get the most relevant for each of them and also included some critical reviews of movies he had seen.

"It was not a book of letters," says Fuguet. "I realized that when Andrew was writing about movies, talking about movies and, through them, mostly talking about himself. These texts are key film of his life. You can not understand without cinema Caicedo without his interest in film. "

And perhaps one of the most striking detail of this building for four hands between two characters who never knew is that Caicedo and Fuguet have in common not only taste literature, but also for film. And it was thanks to the movie Fuguet learned of the existence of Andres Caicedo.

"Assembling this book was detective work," he recalls. It all began in 2000 when looking Fuguet books in a bookstore in Lima and met Eye cinema, the film anthology of Andres Caicedo they collected in 1997 and Sandro Romero Ospina Luis Rey, the curators of the work of Caicedo (see box). Fuguet

faced its mission with all seriousness. "I wanted to find out who this mysterious writer. I wanted to settle the case and solve it well. I wanted to know who that author would have liked to have read before, that globalized Latin American moviegoer. In addition, Colombia. If it had been an author of Ecuador or Peru, suddenly the character would not have attracted so much attention. But I found it irresistible to discover in the country of Gabriel Garcia Marquez had been a writer who had advanced to McOndo.

Fuguet It must be remembered that became known on the continent following the anthology McOndo , in which he and others wanted to tell the world that magical realism was a thing of the past and it was time to hear the voices of a mainland cities open to the influences of the entire planet.

For Fuguet, Caicedo was a victim of his time. On the one hand, 30 years ago was very difficult to be to society as weak and fragile, and more macho societies such as Latin America. On the other hand, he feels that rather than write, Caicedo wanted to make movies. "It might have written less novels and stories," Fuguet adventure, and have been primarily an essayist and film director. With the technological facilities of the early twenty-first century sees him as a compulsive blogger, writes in the aforementioned making of, "Internet Movie Database have been an ideal place to dump your trivia, chats would have connected with other 'freaks' , digital cameras would have helped to film his horror films and a collection of videos or DVDs you no longer sleep peacefully hubría: there, on a shelf, in alphabetical order, could have saved all those images that no longer fit on the head. "

Latin America begins to discover Caicedo. And thanks to Fuguet, an international voice and outside any relationship of affective or generational Caicedo, Colombia will finally leave the bipolar disorder to see whether as a druggie genius, or adolescent bacano the invention of some worshipers. Just read My body is a cell to corroborate what he says Fuguet: The most important of Andres Caicedo are his novels and stories, but Andres Caicedo it.




Sandro Romero Rey:
"A necessary book"

Since the early 80's, Luis Ospina and Sandro Romero Rey is devoted to classify the unpublished works of Andres Caicedo . Sandro Romero Rey and believes the work she did with the material Fuguet Alberto Caicedo.

"My body is a cell is a devastating book. It is not" one-book-of-Andres Caicedo. "Is a reinterpretation of an author, a 'character' become a mystery much deeper and complex, after reading this text armed by the Chilean writer Alberto Fuguet. Through mediation, regular readers of Caicedo may have a bewildered look of many of the texts of obsessive author Cali. But, beyond the realization of his genius no doubt, one can witness the great and sincere tragedy that lay at the heart of Andrew, resolved only with the accidental dose of Seconal March 4. My body is a cell is a book like few others: terrible, heartbreaking, naive, painful, funny. In a word, necessary. "

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x mail interview with Rodolfo Garcia for Paula.com
about ... of course, about Caicedo

Bogota soon more data

Fuguet: In the shoes of Andres Caicedo

By Rodolfo Garcia. Andres Caicedo

lived a short but breathtaking career as a critic, writer and playwright. Born in Cali, Colombia, committed suicide at age 25 in March 1977, after receiving by mail the first copy of his book What music alive today cult, and swallowing 60 pills. My body is a cell is his posthumous autobiography, directed and edited by Alberto Fuguet from diaries, notes and correspondence letters.

Chilean writer shares the taste and sensitivity of Caicedo in front of the cinema, and was impressed when years ago she discovered Ojo al cine, their writings moviegoers. From a trip to South America that includes launching My body is a cell in Colombia and attend the Guadalajara Book Fair in Mexico, Fuguet answers by e-mail between planes, interviews and hotels. How

Andres Caicedo you place within the Latin American criticism?
One of the best, one of the pioneers. While I think that Hector Soto is the best Latin American film critic of the twentieth century (which will being notable for the century, but their DNA is clearly Twentieth Century), I think Caicedo is the leader of a critical (movies, books, television, rock) where what matters is not so much what is known or it reports, but how it feels. A Caicedo may not let him write Mabuse. Caicedo looks more like a collaborator 's Lover, Argentina's film magazine.

Why? Caicedo
erred to the Twentieth Century: Caicedo films should be endorsed. He wrote best when he liked a film. Felt that there was a cold war between good and bad. Spreading the gospel, the gospel (as treat all to see Lillith Robert Rossen when nobody saw). Caicedo planned his life and lived to the film. Critics used to talk about himself and the world, did not understand the criticism to teach or send errands or spend the principal intellectual. It was a lucid critic, with a stunning prose, a remarkable style and was able to see what others could not see.

What caught the attention of their sensitivity?
Each time you run into writers who are bright, intelligent, but I have not clear whether they are sensitive. Caicedo was perhaps too sensitive and their sensitivity, this particular view that saw the world not only caught my attention but, of course, sympathized. I felt I found a friend, an older brother. I think it is, without doubt, the missing link McOndo. Your father or brother.

In what sense?
I like that it urban, which takes no account of the magical realism of Gabo, who did not understand life without the movies, considering that pop culture was culture, which despite being rock-obsessed U.S. culture, was away and was able to appreciate the best of the rest of the world, who believed in the sauce, which devoured Vargas Llosa and Alan Poe, who was a stray who had no clear and the time was clear, because if he did not write died because of her look behind Morrison was a shy, stuttering nerd. Multiple Voices

Why did you choose the first person, subjective, and tone?
emerged alone. I realized that I was not interested to do a historical novel, no less a biography. And that was his words capture the idea of \u200b\u200btrying to write as he seemed disrespectful. Nor knew everything that had lived or felt. When you start reading this material I caught that he had a book that was not arming or structured, but that it was written, what matters.

How so?
Reading and as I was with her letters, I realized the possibility of entering into his mind as he entered the Malkovich Cusack was amazing. And scary. And sad. The idea of \u200b\u200bgoing to a tortured mind fascinated me. The tone is of him with me as a tough editor who would not let him repeat, beat around the bush, and so on. In short: why not to use if you had Caicedo Caicedo. To let go to listen to a group of imitators if you have the real.

How do you feel that operates the Andres Caicedo fleeting?
Shooting was his life and ran and ran and wrote because he felt he had no time that he went and did everything to fast, with intensity. Perhaps it was volatile but not evaporated, even his soul. His body was perhaps his cell but his words he was released and flew away. Now is alive, flying, winning brothers and cousins \u200b\u200bin all parts of Latin America and, no doubt, soon in other languages. Caicedo, like everyone, was several people at a time.

"Several people in one?
Sometimes his side B and C and did not integrate the bright guy he was. Remember that he died at 25 and left a great work. How many people know of 25 who have work? I would be very uncomfortable if my own "career" was over Overdose with . The truth is that I would give between disgust and shame. Evil Now Caicedo was a weak, perhaps bipolar, fractured and, above all, split. Sometimes I could not integrate his side B and its A and then the problems started. Problems that led to the end we all know: dead at 25 and, worse still, sadder, seduced and addicted to his death from at least 22.

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reviews are appearing everywhere.
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liminal, sad, hard

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in Colombia's El Espectador

December 4, 2008

A sad book

x Juan David Correa Ulloa

At fifteen, I discovered with unbridled emotion work of Andres Caicedo. For a while I read everything I could about him. I found out, I asked, and suffered an overdose. Then, Caicedo remained in a limbo where he remained for Although books have been compiled friends such as Sandro Romero Rey. These books certainly were relevant documents, but my vein to Caicedo was, so I thought, hopelessly broken. And grace was not their literary texts. And I began to believe that the myth of Andres Caicedo was something created, which exceeded their own expectations when he was alive.

So I arrived with many reservations My body is a cell , an autobiography, "directed and edited" by writer and film director Alberto Fuguet. I must say that the direction and editing term struck me as pretentious and unnecessary. I opened it with all those prejudices and ill-started to read, just started to delve into why Fuguet decided to call up and say that it seems to me only issue, I realized I was facing one of the most beautiful books, complex, hard, brutal, and frightening I've read.

The witness was able to "mount" Fuguet on Andrés Caicedo, the man who wanted to die of an overdose of film but could only meet Seconal, the earliest of Colombian writers, the same who was ahead of a lot of things in our criticism and literature, the life of that boy from Cali that made plays at 16, wrote stories, the magazine founded Ojo al cine Luis Ospina, was short with Carlos Mayolo, and hopelessly in love with Patricia Restrepo, life, I mean, that boy, is contained in much depth, so well in this book, I fear, will be responsible for this myth I thought I exaggerated, it becomes truth, permanence.

Fuguet has created a script-to follow the current imperfect and bestial. Has recovered, cutting here and there, some of his correspondence, his criticism of olividados slips, notes from their notebook, and we returned them, perhaps with the disinterested gaze of those who did not know Andres Caicedo. And he has succeeded. And I think I am right in saying that this is the Andres Caicedo best book : who wrote thinking that "the film was better than life."

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My body is a cell

Damn Cali, damn Andrés

By Jorge Enrique Rojas,
from Colombia / La Nacion Sunday

Writer Chilean Colombian became obsessed with the recently presented My body is a cell , an autobiography that opens the veins of long-haired stranger. Here is a Colombian journalist runs your city, this little haven of drug traffickers and global capital of cosmetic surgery, to talk about that writer myopic, but look with surgical precision in his writings anticipated the curse.

Seconal. Doctors say that it was. They speak of sixty pills. You have you took a sip, when I found there was nothing to do.

Now the story as an eyesore, open their eyes and making exaggerated vowels account ("Sixty"), but the truth is that at some point in this March 4, as the sun rested all his fingers on Cali, barbiturates exploding inside your stomach often came to be seen as less evil than the heat of the day: Before you had already attempted suicide. You were always a persistent guy.

did say several times. Some are aware of two attempts, some up to six. Although the number does not matter anymore.

disbelief among some and stunned silent slumber other that morning in 1977 finally fulfill your promise. What you said: "live over 25 years would be a shame."

Of course, you already know. It must seem silly to write letters to a deceased person, even if it has a reason. Let me explain: Recently, when his birthday was dead, I found a girl in a bar wearing a shirt emblazoned with a picture of yourself.

The photo was that where you have beer in hand and a grin that hovers between the smile of a drunk and a suicide lightly resolved.



But when she moved to the sway of a raucous reggaeton, everything changed: the undulating folds of fabric became a blur your face twisted, crossed by the deformed questions over and over again. The girl had

artificial beauty: plastic breasts, nail, hair dyed blond. I drank a soda with apple flavor.

- Do you know who is the kind you wear on your chest, I asked.

"No, I said, still moving

- So why do you wear the shirt?" I insisted.

- is fashionable, right?

- Seriously, not a vague idea?

- Mmmm at the store told me it was a model

That night the image of the girl giving me answers sterile and your face deformed by movements of the rhythm clumsy clumsy, were a perfect metaphor for the ignorance in your own town about you. Sometimes you

blur, Andrew, and by the whim of some and the ignorance of others, you end up just turned on that you never wanted to be. But it's not your fault. And so I write. That night I told this story to the girl in the bar.

HOW YOU DIE AND YOU TELL ME WHO YOU ARE DIRE

As an old maxim of death is one of the most faithful reflection of life. Tell me how you die and I'll tell you who you are, joking with some irony in Colombia, the country where sixty suicides per hundred thousand inhabitants, has become the Latin American nation where more people kill themselves. Sometimes they are right. The maximum is met.

The boy skinny, stuttering, myopic oval lens that would later be exalted to the status of literary prodigy, had ended his life just a day after he had published his first novel.

Long live music! , that restless banquet narrated through his alter ego and heroin, "Maria del Carmen Huertas" was at last a book. And then he choked on Seconal. "If you leave work, die alone", was broadcasting life.

Andrew began early and ended early. Genius after all. Perhaps the only certainty that has emerged from the city of appearances that he looked like a dungeon.

Cali-cell, called. And one of the few able to consummate their manifestos. At thirteen he wrote "Silence", his first story.


A text too sensible for a talent so early. Although it was fortuitous: as before, a sort of enlightened self-imposed regime, had begun his career against time.

Luis Ospina, director of cinema today, but then one of your friends closer, was a day from early morning till late at night, Andrew brooded only in shaping their own work, draw their own universe, turning to their own whims and trying to hoard as much writings, films and obsessions, to get well armed at the time of the reaper.

And he did. And the universe emerged, or rather discovered by those glasses that could see what others only suspected, was none other than the city where he imprisoned, but also drunk.

In a love-hate relationship that at times reached proportions mathematics, told and retold, and studied and Putian, as if theirs was not a speech, but the only way to throw this city.



"I hate to Cali, a city that expects, but do not open the doors to the desperate ... Yes, I hate Cali a city with some people who walk and walk and think of everything, and do not know if they are happy, they can not secure ... Sixth Avenue hate to believe find in it the beneficent importance of real personality ... I hate whores and longed peddle false in all its houses and streets ... ... Cali is a city whore "he wrote in" Infection ", the first story in a compilation published ten years ago under the name Norma Editorial of Calicalabozo .

IMPLANTS

Cali, then, was a city of eight hundred thousand people crossed by a river still blue waters. Thirty degrees in the shade, Eternal Summer, plump women, the Richie Ray sauce on the streets and an emerging drug business that was beginning to prosper.

Yes, at that time it was racist and snobbish, having the largest black population has always been a sort of stain on the flap to its bourgeoisie.

And that carved into the shoes of Caicedo. Much more to integrate a high-class family in which he, being what it was (writer teatrero, bohemian, profane, drug addict, movie buff and salsa) was all they revolted.

Caicedo The house is located in Santa Teresita, an exclusive area of \u200b\u200bthe West of Cali, now the town of penthouses, through which the crystalline part of the river Dying who still insists on visiting the city.

Rosario, a social worker who lives in the United States and for thirteen months older sister of Andrew, get me there on a Monday afternoon. The city is different, because they joined others misfortunes.

half of its poor inhabitants, today a small paradise for drug dealers and more recently the world capital of the implants and nose jobs, but it is still known as "the branch of heaven."

- What killed Andrew?

- Among other things, Cali.

's two in the morning and I have never seen the girl. We are in the same bar of that time. This time slips sauce through the speakers.

The site is called Evocation and is on Fifth Street, the avenue of asphalt bored by both walked with your boots worn soles. Yes, it's the same street that follows through the city as a diseased artery. Although now it is more.

This girl called Angela. Angelita, I say, trying to find the similarity with that girl you talked to in "Angels stuck" inside the novel where two young lovers on a rich journey through the neighborhoods of Cali, which led them to discover a delicious hell .

But if I can. This Angelita live in an apartment with a window without curtains, where the city is. And at night, under dim light poles, Cali turns into something worse. She offers me a beer from the fridge. Again see the shirt.

is on the counter and is now a rag with which Angelita dry the dishes and clean the dirt. Your face is now a sticky spot of grease and food scraps, which make you look like dead disrespected.

I stop looking at you. She is naked. In the radio sounds the same song. Lavoe about a girl sad and empty.

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Saturday November 29, 2008

JIMMY WALES AND WIKIPEDIA
GEEK factor

Last week, the operator of the encyclopedia more great and famous in the world, had a hectic pace for Santiago, during which he was the keynote speaker of the Youth Leadership Seminar 2008 magazine "Sabado". The writer Alberto Fuguet met with him between meetings to talk about the wiki phenomenon.


BY ALBERTO Fuguet


get together the night before breakfast with Jimmy Wales, who came to Santiago to give several lectures and master classes, I decided to register to edit and contribute to the world's largest encyclopedia. What started as a desire to know more and learn "on the ground" gave way to a sort of wiki-addiction. I ended up deep in cyberspace, going from link to link, editing, editing, inventing any new "items." I had never contributed to Wikipedia and then a couple of "contributions", some linked to me or people I know, but also with words and information on the "Chilean trivia, I turned off my computer feeling slightly pleased, almost proud, as if had been all weekend preparing a presentation for my fellow seventh grade about dinosaurs.

Indeed, there is something intensely nerdy child in Wikipedia and that is, no doubt, the secret of his success. Of its overwhelming success and overwhelming of this "invention" that did not exist 7 years ago and now everyone thinks indispensable.

Wikipedia Those who do not know, maybe they should not continue reading this. Or at least, they should stop e go to www.wikipedia.org though, as I said after Jimmy himself, there are few who go directly to the site, the important thing is that when you have any questions and "Google" the answers are. From the neighbors who are The Simpsons the origin of Shyrah , through the main points of the former Minister Yasna Provoste. If one finds that information and then someone thought of that (one or more Wikipedia), its input-gratituito, anonymous, nerd-now will be "Public Info".



Jimmy Wales, of course, has its "entry." The one in English is the most comprehensive and controversial (not least because he himself has changed, something only the U.S. could become the subject and, as Wales himself, the rest of the world "is considered survival human ") but this is what your own encyclopedia about the founder says in English:

Jimmy Donal Wales, commonly called "Jimbo" Wales (born in Huntsville, August 7, 1966), is the co-founder of Wikipedia. Born in Huntsville, Alabama, United States, graduated from Auburn University and Alabama. Along with Larry Sanger, Wales founded Wikipedia, an encyclopedia based on wiki concept and model of free software.

Wales is currently chairman emeritus of the Wikimedia Foundation, 1 a non-profit foundation located in San Francisco. Wales has stated that it was influenced during his youth in the books of Ayn Rand. 2 While in University, owner and moderator of a mailing list called "Talk moderate Objectivist Philosophy" .3

Wales is not very high, it is rather bunting, and uses mandarin collar jackets, according to people on the network, has to do with his obsession with Keanu Reeves's character in The Matrix saga. Wales is not a millionaire but lives as if it were or, perhaps more effective, has everything you need and, for auction, you know what you need. Money has been, a self satisfied, not both. This phrase seems like a self-help is key to understanding the phenomenon Jimmy Wales and Wikipedia: Not everything is done for money. And that the Money does not buy everything, it's true. Money does not buy what he calls "cool."

Wikipedia is cool and, incidentally, is also its founder.
There are things money can not buy.




Part of his fortune comes from when I was a yuppie and speculated on the Stock Exchange, above all, for lectures and conferences. Wikipedia is a nonprofit foundation and that is what has made who he is: Wales has more than clear that not everything can be traded and if the information appeared alongside advertisements for automotive deodorants that are on the verge of bankruptcy , all the magic of this energy geek could wane. So now betting business other than business in the traditional sense, as a search engine that would make competition in Google, but to me this issue does not attract me too and I think it succeeds. It's going to go down in history with Wikipedia.

"This is me spinning a few days ago: How do you build an empire based on the remuneration or profit?

"People have wanted to participate. If the community wants it and also has the appropriate structures becomes feasible, which starts, mutate, expand. The most loyal people is the things that makes you free. They are, in essence, your friends, but for that we must all be in it. Many believe that everyone is only interested in money and greed, but perhaps they are talking about themselves. Wikipedia I've been led to believe much in humans, in their desire to connect, to do good, to follow rules and, in turn, using those same rules to create. The other thing that lacked, and perhaps was a mistake because I was and am still one of them is the geek factor.

- How?

"Those who make that Wikipedia is Wikipedia is that there are many, many men (almost 90 percent are men) who are aces in the network, but are somewhat socially awkward. They are young, intelligent and educated and they need throw your energy and enhance their creativity. They are geeks.

- Geeks?

"Yes, geeks.

According to Wikipedia, a geek is:

(pronounced "guik" IPA / gik /) is a person with a fascination for technology and computing. Described in some way as a lifestyle and a way of being. His goal is to make or use technology for fun and / or the recognition it brings, almost always by the sheer pleasure of it. A geek is characterized by living in the world of technology. The term "geek" in English is related only with the technology, unlike the use of the term geek in the English language, which has a broader meaning and the equivalent English word geek.

- If Wikipedia had a traditional model, that is, if he had hired people to write articles, do not work?

-I know, so I left and that was how I was wrong. Again, the geek factor was not considered or less the fun factor.

- Is Divet be a Wikipedia?

"Sure. So why do it and do it. All need to feel heroes. And every single person knows something, has an expertise, and that I can share.

- You were like those teenagers who read the Guinness book of records?

"He had a passion for lists. Guess: I say that in the next issue show up.

- Under the world's most famous geek?

"No," she laughs. Under the world's biggest Encyclopedia.

Wales, as a person who should talk about this many times a day, has its own talking points as if life were a presentation. I was with him over a day and realized that I was able to feel very comfortable as a centerpiece. Twelve hours of hard work, I attended a private dinner where, for at least hour and a half, sitting on a sofa, was the target of dozens upon dozens of questions where he devoted himself to answer without batting an eyelid, which left me between shocked and I do not know why, depressed.

- Why free factor is indeed a factor?

"Because you everywhere and you underpay you feel abused or exploited. Everything is transparent. Look, many people work best free if they can do what they want. On the other hand, however, how many people that is paid, even well, feel a knot in the stomach and end just can meet and run or work poorly.

- Is not exploited?

"We all feel part of something bigger. And everyone wants to be recognized, in one way or another: we believe in the amateurs or those who do not feel they just are what they are. We have doctors who write for the Muppets, lawyers who contribute to tourism or film. People are more than his job. This can contribute to both an amateur, as a student or a professional. Talent may be everywhere, but when that talent is not recognized or paid or taken into account two things happen: a lot of frustration or great contribution to the network.

Then I look, seriously:

"Imagine a world in which every person on the planet is given free access to the sum of all human knowledge. That's what we're doing. Go
is good, I think. Go you have faith and trust.


Wales believes that man is essentially good and driven by the desire to build rather than destroy.

-The hypothesis is that the number of those who want to cause damage is small compared with that wants to do good. Consequently, what makes Wikipedia is to support those wanting to give, while the participants themselves block the destructive. See also internet population as immigrants and natives. "

"Explain.

"Most came to this world as adults as opposed to those born digital and always have been. This group, of course, is extremely young. There are all sorts of immigrants, such as real immigrants: some barely speak the language of their new country and others have become true natives. The Wikipedia, which collaborate and write and contribute to Wikipedia, for example, tend to be types of 25 years upwards, and if you think about it, although they appear native, when they were twelve, was just internet basis. Wikipedia does not have more than 7 years. Of course the internet years are like dogs: in 2003, for example, the network was another network, it was almost another world. Everything changes and mutates and grows exponentially. And one of the most loyal segments are those men, between 25 and 45 which, despite having more adults to come and internet, you'd think they grew up with it. When I was a kid, the symbol generation, from young to say, power-preteen child was the remote control. I know how to use and know its benefits. My father told me: go to change the channel, and I felt I was living on another planet. I understood early on that it was not my world and should live elsewhere.

-Planeta Wales.

"In the network you can build your planet or your office or do not know, garage for testing. You can build such a meeting and is not limited geographically.

"True, but what impresses me most is that you also choose your office mates, say.

"That is: your place, be it a blog, a site, a chat room, whatever, is a molded to your liking. Those people who chose. People with whom you feel comfortable

-What a pleasure. But do not feel that there is something profoundly unnatural about that. I say: man, for centuries, has had to grow and live in hostile environments.

"Only you could choose your friends and your partner and your children.

"Exactly. Now anyone can spend however much of his life in the company of friends.

- Do you feel bad?

- at all, but what is new. Some long-term effect will ...

I do not know what effects, but it is certainly something new. Before recess was associated with death, darkness, a place where one was buried. Today there are niches within niches within niches.

- Do not you think that may be another way to bury?

I do not think. Those fans of a rock band will eventually want to know what they say those who despise that group of rock. I always think it best to do what one likes or makes you feel good. What once was, say, the land of artists, a poet, now it's all: you may not get one, maybe nobody reads or understands you, but you know you're doing or participating in a collective. And in the search network connection of any kind. Can not explain that thousands of people to give labor, information, even excitement, to Wikipedia without the emotional factor.

- Is there life outside the network?

-A people like tick cyberspace like a different place, outside, in our world. I think that in 50 years is going to seem odd to speak well. Today we do not talk TELEPHONE space. When people talk by phone or a cell phone now, not that they are in another space, another world, are at it, but they are on the phone. Are talking and talking, of course, about things that happens in this world. The phone is not just a tool for people talking to people. Internet is, and departed as via written communication, now has images, movement, voice. Phones, in fact, may now have the same thing. The human being is human.

"It's human nature 101.

"Something like that. And the network can only look to the community. YouTube is not altering reality, is reflected. It's like when you saw The Flintstones and The Jetsons : they were almost the same show, only changed the toys and inventions.

- Is not it a bit naive to believe in human goodness, a great project to articulate the idea of \u200b\u200brelying on the kindness of strangers?

"For a while this was the notion that many people had the Internet. And I think that notion among fearful and fatalistic had to do with the idea that a network could be anonymous. And somehow, it's true: it is easier to be anonymous on the net, but it is equally true that an anonymous life or, indeed, the life of someone who is hiding or fleeing is an extremely stressful life and where much of your energy has to be used in precisely maintain the anonymity. It is one thing to be anonymous or shy and do nothing wrong and another is to be an anonymous vandal. And, initially, some software could allow people in fact behave like beasts. People associate anonymous barbarian, but I do not necessarily imply the other thing. Some are, but it is the exception. As in life, most of the company meets and complies and supports and endorses the basic laws of coexistence. The good thing is the wiki system that controls those who are about yahoos, those who misbehave ... and those who control it are the same people who are interested in making a contribution.

- Today the possibility to exist, to have your voice, albeit an anonymous voice.

"Many people today in the Internet and the possibility to reach more, it helps to establish their identity. And what they do is, eventually, writing. About them and their feelings or things that interest them. And that kind of empowerment is what makes the vast majority of users care network, they are vandals and, in cases such as Wikipedia, behave.

"Everything is based on the written word as well, which is not a minor issue.

-parents can finally breathe and realize that it has not reached the end of civilization. Children read, write, navigate, Link. When I go to a school or university and applaud me standing like a rockstar for being the inventor of an encyclopedia I think "what's up". So, when I was a teenager, if the editor in chief of the Encyclopedia Britannica had gone to my Univera, only the guys would have attended more pimples. I received an idol, I think, a sign that civilization is not going to end or, in effect, is over. Jimmy Wales

then laughs and it shows that he is happy, happy, he feels comfortable.

"So, Wikipedia is cool

" It's cool, yeah. And geek

- Geeks are cool now?

"That's what you said, not me.