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A carregar... Carlota Fainberg (1999)por Antonio Muñoz Molina
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C'è una parte, però, che mi ha colpita: quando Claudio arriva al Town Hall e tutto quello che ne consegue. Un momento potente e ben descritto. Uiteraard vlot leesbaar, maar toch een beetje tegenvallend op het einde. OK, hij laat het lange verhaal dat Abengoa over Buenos Aires, het aftandse hotel Town Hall en de vrouw van de 15° verdieping, die hem fascineert, inpalmt en zelfs in de deur staat als uiteindelijk zijn vrouw aankomt, ook snel afsluiten.Claudio, de hoofdfiguur, docent literatuur in Engeland, noemt dit een stijlfiguur, "die momenteel gebruikelijk is". En dan doet hij het zelf ook in dit boek:ineens sluit het boek af met een vage verschijning van Carlota, de vaststelling dat haar man de eigenaar van het hotel is die ook aan de receptie zit, en de deus ex machina, de concurrente linguiste en aggressieve feministe Ann Gadez Simpson Mariategu, die zijn plaats in Humbert College afpakt. Uiteindelijk is het dubbel zielige dat hij dit accepteert, en dan maar voorleeft met de ontgoocheling en de vage herinnering sem críticas | adicionar uma crítica
The lives of two men are intertwined in a casual encounter in the Pittsburgh's airport. Claudio, a literature professor is flying to Buenos Aires. Marcelo, a businessman, tells Claudio the story of his experience while staying at a hotel in Buenos Aires. Soon, they each go their separate ways never to see each other again. However, in the same hotel, Claudio will discover the fine line between reality and fiction, the territory in which love and death coexist. Não foram encontradas descrições de bibliotecas. |
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Google Books — A carregar... GénerosSistema Decimal de Melvil (DDC)863.64Literature Spanish and Portuguese Spanish fiction 20th Century 1945-2000Classificação da Biblioteca do Congresso dos EUA (LCC)AvaliaçãoMédia:
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In the case of Muñoz's narrator, a Spanish academic on his way to a Borges conference in Buenos Aires from the US college where he teaches, the culprit is a businessman who identifies him as a compatriot from the copy of El Pais sticking out of his pocket. "I will never return to Buenos Aires," he tells the narrator, and proceeds to explain why. The story - of a transient fling with a woman he met in a crumbling grand hotel there - isn't a particularly long or complicated one, but both the businessman and the narrator know how to stretch out the tension with cunningly placed digressions and reflections on airports, America versus Europe, the way narrative works, the hotel trade, and so on. And of course the narrator eventually gets to Buenos Aires and discovers something that puts the whole story he was told into a quite different, and very Borgesian light.
Apart from a lot of allusions to Borges (some of which I was able to spot), there's also a Treasure Island theme running through the book, introduced by Borges's sonnet "Blind Pew", and there's also a satirical subplot of campus intrigue. We've been fearing the worst ever since we discovered that the narrator's institution is Humbert College, in Humbert Pa., where he lives on Humbert Lane and attends colloquia in Humbert Hall, and we know he's in trouble when he meets his nemesis, the redoubtable Professor Ann Gadea Simpson Mariátegui, the Terminator of New Lesbian Criticism, "who displays the surnames of her ex-husbands like a head-hunter's trophies"...
A clever, entertaining little book that sneaks in a very RLS-ish plot under a smokescreen of postmodernism. ( )