All about literature.

I learned of the existence of Luis Garcia Montero while studying Hispanic Philology at the university. Although the classrooms speak little or almost nothing about current literature, in a certain subject Garcia Montero was mentioned, or better said, as one of the continuators of the so-called "poetry of experience" initiated by Gil de Biedma. I really liked (and still likes) reading Gil de Biedma's poetry, and that's why when I had to go for a book in the library (let's use the libraries more!) I always ended up taking one of this author's books...

I learned a lot at school. I learned literature, history, math (the least I liked), even religion. I absorbed everything my brain was able to assimilate and have continued to learn things over the years. But that wasn't important, the most important thing of all is that I was taught to reason, to understand, to debate and even to question reality. All those things made me who I am today, I have no doubt. And I'm thankful because I think that meant giving me a critical mind, at least critical enough to give me a lot of thought about the things around me...

Not many days ago, just after reading it, I showed the cover of this book in my social networks with this title: "To learn to cook slowly, to read slowly, to write slowly... To want to be slow... That's where happiness will go." Those of us who have read Andres Barrero's literary reviews can know some things about him, such as that he is a great reader, that he likes Russian authors, that he reads slowly, tasting the words, the paragraphs, the chapters, that everything knows how to squeeze it to get the necessary juice...

A few years ago, I don't remember exactly how many, I found in a foreign shelf (is there more pleasure than chafardear foreign shelves and create a profile of that person/family/group of friends according to the books placed there?) a copy of Six characters in search of author, by Luigi Pirandello. The name sounded like something to me and I guess that's what made me take it, look at its cover, turn it around and read synopsis and some other commentary they gave of the book. Then I opened it, leafed through it a bit, saw that it was in theatrical key and decided to give it a try...

Borges always has the ability to mess you up. In the previous review, I spoke to a book of his (also a new edition of one of his classics by Lumen) about the difficulty I have in simply thinking about re-reading a book I liked. It scares me, and that doesn't change, that I read it again and break the spell that was created when I first read it, that I become disenchanted with something I couldn't believe better, that I no longer like. That feeling I had when I opened Fiction for the second time...

When on the back cover of a book this is described as an "unclassifiable text", I tend to be sceptical and dubious (unclassifiable because I am faced with an extremely good book, because it goes beyond the norm, because it is not ascribed to a specific genre, because it tells us something extremely bizarre?) and I hope that the adjective is merely a commercial hook. I fell because the subject is the ones I like: loss and dog, so, a priori, I promised. The main character is a writer who loses her...

Not long ago, David B. Gil lamented how long the shadow offered by his previous novel was and how it, added to some readers' inordinate expectations, could eclipse the story he so lovingly tells us in "Eight Million Gods". It is inevitable to compare; inevitable and pernicious if we take as a reference the enjoyment of the past experience, however similar it may be, in order to quantify the level of satisfaction of the recent event. We will discover that if we look around us the landscapes resemble...

Among the various dramatized readings, the one we dedicate to Lorca and to this major work shone with special intensity: "So let five years pass". What's more, it not only shone, it united all the participants in a sorcerer's way, it left us with a sensation of authentic connection, so much so that it electrified the hair. The fact is that after reading it there was a long silence that, just for a moment, transported us all to the brilliant dream that Lorca imagined for this work and from which we returned amazed, breaking into very strong applause that made the bookstore vibrate...

Now, if there is one thing that has touched my sensitive fiber, without a doubt, it has been the discovery of an author of the stature of Anna Starobinets. Here's her second anthology of short stories "The Icarus Gland" , but the Russian writer made a niche in dystopian literature a few years ago when Nevsky edited her first anthology of short stories "A Difficult Age" (2012), which was followed by the novel "The Living One" (2012). I was completely blind and deaf to this Giant of science fiction literature...

"We live at ground level, in the plain, and yet we aspire to elevate ourselves. Terrestrial, sometimes we ascend as high as the gods. Some rise through art, others through religion, most through love. But as we rise we can also plummet. There are a few soft landings. [...] Every love story is potentially a story of affliction. If not at first, later. If not for one, for the other. Sometimes for both." It's already the second time I've read Standards of Living and I think this time has been even more special than the first time...

They say that "Sleeping in the Sun" is one of his greatest works, set in a second artistic period that the Argentinean had and that made his new novels give off an air of fantasy to a certain extent. But of course, we have to grasp that term, "fantastic", because fantasy in here is a more slight and unexpected break to reality than anything else more expected as magic, witchcraft or paranormal elements. No, here everything is a neighborhood of Buenos Aires, everything is to investigate in a genial...

Https://www.Pinterest.Ru/pin/455989531000358795/ The community. In spite of being a title that many books could carry I believe that I had not read any with him. Of course, in the cinema I do remember Alex de la iglesia's film...