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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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