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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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