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TAKE OVER ALL, ALL BURNED (Wells Tower)


Wells Tower, was born in Vancouver (Canada) in 1973 but since childhood living in the United States. He has published stories in various newspapers and magazines and has won major awards.

born with elevator unparalleled experience and a new form of communication: conversations lift. That is, to communicate with one or more persons sharing a ridiculous space for short periods, without having to rectify the position to regain the aura of privacy.
elevator conversations because people engage grouped, invading the minimum living space, it causes some discomfort. We must defuse the violent situation and it starts a conversation without a clear sense, nor need to. But it begins with a background pattern, which is the essential foundation of such talks, the speaker give a damn, a damn. No interest or his opinions or his way of seeing things. Not interested in his face, his clothes or his life. Just want the elevator overpost comes once a floor that was pressed.
This review is held on the same basis as the elevator conversations: the book in question in this post I care very little. I do not take the issues that touch, I do not care about the landscape and characters of his stories, does not interest me the language and narrative technique used does not show anything new.

Now imagine a reader lost in the Casa del Libro. Not sure what their next reading. Browse books to see what they buy. In his hands is all destroyed, burned all and on the first page reads as follows: Bob Munroe
awoke face down. She had a jaw, the morning birds had howled and quite dirty underwear.
few lines below:
was now surrounded by crumbs: under bare chest, stuck in the sweaty folds of the shoulders and neck, but felt that the greatest and worst of all had it in the ass crack , as if someone had shot an arrow there flint. "Morning Birds
? The birds only. All day. Is it a bird morning rooster?, "The sparrow?, Is the blackbird? I know of no bird it is only in the morning and fall to get struck noon. And it does not howl. No howling and metaphorically: sing, howl, chirp, chirp, scream ... Or even, perhaps, some emit sounds that resemble some horrific screams.
"Within the ass crack? Tufo's writing brat not shocked or nuns. Can be described in a more elegant and provocative, but above all a literary form. The first page
bird howl morning and we hit a plant ass crack. Peculiar use of language, in all likelihood the reader will not buy the book lost. This is what I have done if it were not is chosen by the reading group I frequent. Reviewed
details of the first page, note that all destroyed, burned all is a storybook. Final
open everyday issues, even bland, some tension, short diversions of the plot to return to the thread of the story. Come on, it is another author who draws on Carver, Salinger, Cheever ...
Tower is a young author. It is legitimate mimic the classic style and do it correctly is not easy. I hope in the future write something that interests me.

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LARGE RATES (Josep Pla)

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Pla reading this short and sweet book, dedicated to Catalan people who have left their mark on the cultural life of his time, some even a huge influence on the arts worldwide.
The characters in question are Aristides Maillol, Salvador Dalí, Isidre Nonell, Antonio Gaudi and Casals.
The book has only two hundred and forty pages. It is easy to deduce that is dedicated to exposing an intricate biography of each artist and a judicious study of his work. However, one ends the book with the impression that they have learned about a huge amount because, in effect, read about their lives and on the peculiarities and artistic influences of his works. It's funny. And it plays slightly Josep Pla, the just, the typical aspects of any biography is dedicated to capture in detail the more mundane matters, the closest to the person's life, those who awaken the interest in learning more about these inaccessible superior beings. Pla
The language is hypnotic. Catch the reader with peasant expressions, plain, but in an intellectual depth and elegance affordable only chosen people, gifted writing. Fortunately, no loss of quality can be seen in the translation from Catalan to Castilian, which is logical in the case of two languages \u200b\u200bwho live for centuries.
essayist and writer of larger size. Essential.
I have already prepared what is considered a masterpiece of Pla, The Grey Notebook .

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The Crying of Lot 49 (Thomas Pynchon)


My next review will focus on a book of Pla, Josep Pla. I always read something that is required by this author. So far I have not done. I always liked this man. With that mischievous face, those eyes that tear at her smile, her voice pierced by the snuff uttering the phrase with a funny accent Catalan. In addition he spoke and wrote with intelligence and common sense.
Pla said, among other things, that the substance of a writer is to be intelligible. To write have to understand you.
The book will outline briefly the outlines of life of some important figures in art. One of them is Dali, who will inevitably relate to Buñuel and Miro.
From childhood I have these images in one eye by a razor Lancing, ants out of the palm of a hand or a woman instead of the mouth is the beauty of the armpit. I have memory of a tiger jumping out at me from inside a fish out of a grenade, a gentleman with a mustache picturesque trying to be silly, but implied that one should be intelligent because it is so blatant stupidity. I have a record of the portrait of a woman who was combing her hair and was not seen with the naked eye, however the lady was there and I knew it.
already in adolescence, between the readings initiatory usually only valid for that, to make you feel young, it goes a must. I remember, for example, the story titled Kiss of Samuel Beckett. Use
dreams, thoughts, intangible, something as true that the visible and reach the inexplicable. However, the viewer has its meaning in the tip of the tongue without being able to express it, just feel it.
talented artists are always intelligible.
On the other hand, have the ability to put words together without saying a word is written very profitable. Just ask if Burroughs or Pynchon.
A Burroughs, at least, was not understood anything from the first word. A man who fifty percent combined opiate and blood in your circulatory system and is capable of writing a text, deserves the admiration of the university and by extension all Cultureta beyond. It's something that gives much intellectual prestige. Read Burroughs. The art of saying nothing or of not knowing what is said, or not even know what you mean. Anyway, I'll leave. A Pynchon
unfortunately he understands everything and is worse off. Thomas Pynchon in The Crying of Lot 49 , tells a story without meaning, with very good words, though. But does telling everyday actions and events. It tells the "nothing" through a continuous anecdotes starring people of flesh and bone, with cities that exist in reality, organizations that resemble real ... If a woman is with your lawyer and goes to bed with him, if you visit a philatelic expert (with tweezers and magnifying glass included) and speak of counterfeit labels, if your husband works in the radio, if you drink whiskey and gets drunk, if you drive a Chevrolet Impala on Highway, all this leads, inevitably, is perfectly understandable and palpable to the reader. Precisely, it is easily understood, each page can not be written to a term that means "nothing."
In all honesty, I must say that my opinion is that behind The Crying of Lot 49 nothing worthwhile. To remedy this, Pynchon is not drug disappears. Resounding success. Someone could write a bestselling text and not appear in the media, deserves the admiration of the university and by extension all Cultureta beyond.
a teenager imagined that when I write a novel more fundamental. In my contract with the publishers have a clause that would clear my lack of participation in the promotion of the book. Seek to go unnoticed. I have advanced. And what I see, my idea was not bad (or original).
The saddest part of this book is the inordinate prestige of its author. The reader is dragged through the novel not help wondering where is the genius?, certainly appears, where is it? Here there is. Further searches.

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Vargas Llosa, Nobel Prize in Literature 2010

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EVERYTHING DIES (John Connolly)


John Connolly was born in Dublin in 1968. Is a columnist for the Irish Times. He lives in Dublin but spends part of the year in the U.S. (this in a cover of your own novel is very sophisticated, I could not resist copying it here.)
There are titles that should be reserved for the masterpieces. All that dies is one of them. Taken from a verse of John Donne, is, in fact, the best of the novel. If adds that the cover photo is excellent and well meet its mandate, the book itself becomes a very attractive consumer product.

All that dies. John Connolly
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title and author's name leading a photograph that conveys awe, a scary question of what we imagine, we can find inside. Well
by the publisher. Tusquets.

All that dies is a detective story. Detective. Novel. Whatever one calls the genre today.
I'm not a regular reader of novels genre: vampires, science fiction, zombies, detectives, upholsterers ... The fact is that for I wanted time to read this book, not knowing at all what it was.
story begins with a bloody murder and cruel in the extreme. Continues with a shootout to Bruce Willis in full faculty and engaged with the detective Charlie Parker. I do not know, I know. Continue reading.
The protagonist is a former policeman, cynical, reckless, who gets along better with people from the underworld that the FBI is a man who is accompanied by murderers, very nice of them, with which the author makes us fell in love (because of a bad scattered brains are not as unpleasant to watch.)
The story is told in first person, as the classic gender, with sporadic analepsis that keep us on track of two parallel stories. Since it can not be otherwise contribute to the twisted narrative metaphors of a solitary detective. Nothing is out of the ordinary in such novels.
Connolly The mounting frame can not deny that it is very elaborate. The author does not intend to invent anything great time outside the box and classic novels, just want to tell a story, bit tricky, though, that we seek good time reading. It does.
All that dies is a novel recommended for any reader who wants to have fun. If the reader is a fan of the detective genre not regret taking the time to read John Connolly.