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...