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.
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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