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BOOK Requiems, Mauricio Wiesenthal


Mauricio Wiesenthal is a man Knob cane and blonde hair, coating with cape, English layer. Writer pen, ink and paper Greyhound. Morgan car and manor house. Born in Barcelona in 1943. Has published a varied work. Book
requiems In , Wiesenthal's hand traveled from Moscow to Cadiz, via Vienna, Venice and Paris, among other cities. The lives of people like Zweig, Rilke, Casanova, Tolstoy, Wilde, and many others outlined in this book, reading light and heavy presence.
Cities, farms, inns and hotels, houses or attics. Places where cultural figures of the twentieth century, are photographed, narrated by Wiesenthal from a prism very personal and inviting, capturing an individual portrait of their lives.
Mauricio Wiesenthal is a man who gives me sympathy. I like her. A man of vast culture that devotes much effort to the longing for lost times, trying to convey, even with the assurance of its own way of life.
Maybe it was the time of reading, but to be honest, I must say I personally have not come to see, feel, the emotions I expected from a book like this. Book expected to convey feelings requiems leave an indentation in the reader. This has not happened.
requiems Book is a book of moments. A book of terrace and coffee. Bedside Book night. To read without haste. Relax and enjoy reading.

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JOURNAL OF MAN WAN, Juan Gracia Armendáriz


Juan Gracia Armendáriz has posted a respectable work. Poetry, novels and stories. Born in Pamplona, \u200b\u200b1965. For over fifteen years has been professor at the Universidad Complutense. Is a columnist for Diario de Navarra. Outline
novels, after all fictional lives, or even gossip newspapers and autobiographies of characters died long ago, allows for some ease, lightness of movements per hour of judging. I've found that the case when it is a daily living author.
unexpectedly, to begin the review of this book I was frozen. He could not write anything that might look interesting. I had what I would call, somewhat cheesy, an attack of extreme sensitivity. With skepticism would call sentimentality. Disciplined if you take excess heat. Anyway, anyway, writing these lines, I'm fighting it. Who
exposes us his experiences in a way as honest as Gracia Armendáriz, deserves to be respected as a center of their own history. Who am I to put the sails in this book?, Do I have the right to interfere, to draw my own conclusions about something as purely objective, as private? I concluded yes. For several reasons: I realized I was paralyzed
I was afraid of being condescending. You run the risk when someone provokes admiration. Furthermore, the pale man Journal of I'll say is that they wrote for Arrecogiendobellotas Gracia Armendáriz. I will write about "my" white man's Journal . I will review the book I took the trouble to search the library, I paid and I enjoyed while devoting my time to read. The author certainly gives the permission.
Justifications aside, pale man Journal is an exercise in honesty, voluntary exposure, delivery of relief, disinterested narration, a reckoning with them same, a way of releasing ballast. Also from a literary standpoint, this book is an example of story telling.
Viewed from outside, the lives of others is very boring, as well as their own. What is extraordinary about what we do every day? What may be interested in what we do almost automatically every day? Separating the wheat from the chaff, if you know who does throw, the result is a fascinating sketch of life. Thanks to the skill, knowledge, the excellent use of narrative technique of the daily, everyday life becomes an adventure full of heroes original no cloak, no powers, his face marked with wrinkles.
It speaks of real literature, of interlinings of writing. In children, the elderly, education, childhood. It speaks about love, work, friends ... Juan Gracia Armendáriz with short entries, sometimes very short, shows his days with an excellent story, full of involuntary superiority gives the true, true, human. Daily
pale man also conveys fear. Just as there are to die just to be alive, to sick enough to be healthy. The constant presence of the disease, so unavoidable, it is noted on each page. In two hundred fifty-two pages of this book, the most substantial of hundred and sixty-nine days that contains is subject to restrictions imposed by poor health. Hence the fear of the reader. And that man is condemned to think of health only to be thrown at fault. When rebosamos not appreciate it.
" (...) Maybe life disappoints us, but it is precisely this disappointment of a writing engine that aspires to explain, but to realize something. Writing is an act of affirmation. It is tempting to bundle up with words, that language is a fence, a gigantic miniature [...] where we can accommodate in a fetal position, surrounded by amniotic fluid from memory. This journal would be an almost luminous delivery, where words be bridges, umbilical cords that connect the reader with a reality that perhaps unknown. I push a united purpose, the lower form of compassion. Writing is a nod, although the reported case is disappointing, painful, unpleasant, even. The important thing is the look. "
reading this diary becomes a good company, a man tells his life smart. And that alone we learn, still learning.
am very grateful.