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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