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sad, liminal, split release from Calicalibozo

for a while, I abuse this blog
for a few days, will be the blog Caicedo
or the My body is a cell


reviews are appearing everywhere.
is particularly impressed and pleased me
because it was the idea: make a book
liminal, sad, hard

q wrote here is what Juan David Correa
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."