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"Buddha Blues" by Mario Mendoza

By: Alejandro Liscano

"Buddha Blues" is the new novel Mario Mendoza. This time put his finger on the pulse of contemporary man wasteful system, imbalance of resources, wars, poverty and irreversible damage to nature and others. It is a novel full of emotion and ideological criticism.

This work, perhaps the most explosive of Mendoza, is itself a facility for what we lose sleep over the author and some of us more than mere commercial entertainment between two covers. The author opens debate and take sides. Soaks. Compromised. So much so, that is inevitable to stop attributing the physical figure of the author (his face Mario Mendoza-) to the characters, each as it is making other changes here and there, beard, hair, thinness etc .-.

The story goes through various human-or inhuman treatment centers, "among friends, families, groups, organizations, groups, cities and continents thus analyzing sociological and philosophical issues.

Enter the term " Thing" as the axis of the errors of the existing systems of traditional education, authority, government, the state, which since any instance affecting the welfare and the true evolution of mankind.

"The thing all around us is designed to brutalize, to keep us mired in mediocrity emotional, moral, political, intellectual, physics. "

" He who does not bend (to La Cosa ) ends at the psychiatric clinic in the prison, the cemetery or on the street, sleeping the open and without a bowl of soup to eat. "

As expected from the books of Mario Mendoza, will not stay in the complaint to the oppression of the system. No complies with the critics but climbs in various forms of opposition and rebellion against the oppressors. This is where it refers to real characters and great, who despite being well qualified as terrorists, have made overt ideological principles in questionable today, precedent worthy of analysis. Among the characters referred to include mathematician Theodore Kaczynski, known as the "Unabomber" - and John Zerzan, historian and philosopher. Real characters who are based in the fictional characters to weave the web of the plot.

The machinery of " Thing" brings a displaced because here are people in the street, among them drug addicts, alcoholics, prostitutes or simply people who, weary of the shortcomings and mistakes system, choose to stand aside. Then go to opposition from the armed struggle, and went on to fight without violence or passive resistance (eg Gandhi). Such methods are opposed to the reader to identify with each of them, dropping even the mistakes to which they are struggling. In other words, Mendoza does show us the error do we fall in and then take us back to show us the bottom line, how easy it is to fall at the bottom without realizing it.

By resistance or nonviolent struggle, comes from the principles of Buddhism , where characters seem to envision a better state of things as human beings "developing." This is where you begin to find patterns for resolving conflicts and greater durability of balanced and fair states, states where there is a tendency to uproot the ego, detachment from self, so that makes it more endurable suffering.

"Too much ego makes you strong, very sure of himself ... But the total lack of ego makes you invincible. The vacuum is indestructible."

The "Blues" is the cry sublimation, the relief. On the other hand, the space of relative calm that let the storm is called "resilience" , as is the case of a child of eight years in Rio (Brazil), after a flood lost the entire family and housing, and rescue agencies find it playing blackjack with a soccer ball. This form of alienation is a lifeline, which Mendoza referred to as "resilience" , a key concept at the end of the novel and key recent research on the phenomenon of violence by the author.

"Resilience" is also to feel part of a whole, a sense of tribe, a detachment of the self-as-endurable individual, a certain acceptance of the circumstances and the universal gear.

"learn to make our cause for celebration. Shouting loudly that we are not scared to die we care very little ... not afraid of anyone or anything, the simple fact that we are no longer a separate entity at all. "

"found a religion where we leave the ego to join the other musical in a long embrace, like the blues, rock, the rap or salsa ... ... ... Blues Buddha's hand Siddaharta and Billie Holiday ... ".

"One of the major problems of contemporary life, as individuals too, is that it isolates people to weaken and sometimes kill them. Resilience is, then the ability to withstand the isolation and return to the old rules of the tribe. "

" Buddha Blues ", Silence and Cry, cry balanced stillness sublimation; a novel from violence, lived, digested, converted to more violence as an initial reaction and culminated in unarmed combat and passive resistance, in the Buddhism and the Blues as an alternative to a better future.

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Biography Mario Mendoza :

Born in Bogota in 1964. He has published several novels thresholds City

(1992), Scorpio City (1998), The Story of a murderer (2001), Blood Collection (2004) and Invisible Men (2007). With the story book Crossing the seer recently published by Planeta in 1995 won the National Prize of Literature Institute of Culture and Tourism of Bogota. He won the Biblioteca Breve Seix Barral with Satan novel in 2002.

In 2004 he published Stairway to Heaven, a book of short stories.

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Circles and variations

By Ivan Duque Olano

Again the rose apple tree is loaded with fruit. Nothing prevents the nights are the victim of dozens of bats are crazy about the sweet pink cotton, nothing prevents the cars parked along the street are themselves victims of the sphincters of the swarm of bats, nothing that will prevent the wax apples fall to the ground once bitten, are then victims of automobile tires, which at this time year, and a precious ritual that is repeated with slight variations, line the street of a distinctive mixture of colors.

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there some intention that the work has a meaning, coherence and cohesion; enough to see a cathedral or an old theater to note motifs that recur in different places, sometimes enlarged and in other reduced, sometimes inverted as ornaments or light. There may be no immediate awareness of a certain symmetry, a certain balance, looking for patterns that recur leisurely, but certainly do understand your eyes and appreciate it. Why? The explanation may lie in all that green that refuses to disappear in distinct and identical sheets of any tree or the clouds that adorn the morning. Nature is not just a limit, but immeasurably large number of patterns that repeat and repeat an infinite number of variations of course.

The music, the speech over time, or, as Thomas Mann, that magical combination of theology and algebra, is no stranger to the natural course of things. The music has always found in the repetition, a tool and a resource of vast proportions. A simple reason becomes a symphony by connecting their vain repetitions with excuses, just for the idea or reason enters the country so deep in the brain by dint of repetition to it then impossible to leave. Who will forget once heard Beethoven's fifth symphony, the reason for your first move? The pillars on which to build this and all great works, often of a distinctive simplicity. But the repetition is not limited to the main idea. Old was discovered the use of repetition of large sections, sometimes to the letter of the first set, getting what you liked before, then moved.

With the passage of time what a musician's resource, repetition and variation, it became a genre: "Theme with Variations" and "Variations on ..." began to adorn the shelves of music literature. The ability to play with an idea, with its colors and rhythms, became a sine qua non of the great composer. In the second decade of the nineteenth century, the composer Anton Diabelli decided to send a waltz composed by him at fifty composers considered the greatest of the era. His intention was to make an anthology where each composer offered a variation of the waltz. Beethoven, renowned for its ability to develop ideas seem exhausted, did not write one, but thirty-three variations, now known as the Diabelli Variations, and recognized as an important work for piano.

Someone told me that the theme with variations, that sort of echo that bounces Rich is the best example in music of reflection, of thought stopped, hesitant ... of the philosopher. And how much philosophy is in Brahms and rich variations on Haydn and Handel! How much in Bach's Goldberg Variations and composed to accompany a count insomnia!

the Winter Palace in St. Petersburg, the former residence of Catherine the Great, which today is part of the Hermitage museum on the banks Neva River and whose collection totals more than three million pieces, travelers have a huge room with at least two hundred paintings by the same artist. The paintings, portraits of women as a whole, are quite different. The extraordinary thing is when your ears get a vague rumor, on four models of the artist. It turns out that for reasons difficult to pin down, four women were portrayed often enough to fill one of the huge halls, where the artist changing the angle, lighting, background, clothing, hair and the provision of a number of factors likely to be varied, it seems to have portrayed the daughters of a people, that careful eye, are a perfect example of variations on four themes.

Seeing the story, it seems that we are also facing a theme with variations: The frantic, frenzied struggle for power, alliances so easily breached and the momentum of individuals with his solo effort to mobilize the gods, the rebellion, conspiracy, war, the treaty, the revenge, the illusion of years of prosperity and peace, the illusion of prosperity and years of conflict, the ideals and the lack thereof ... seem interminable argument of an endless play Do in the last hundred years, or within the last five hundred, or in the past two thousand, something substantial has happened again? Did the engine exploits and misfortunes of the people, do not show suspiciously similar traits over time? We will not be perhaps, variations of the same individuals several millennia ago?

Poets are pulled off the robes and beards, pull their hair and lament the inevitability of time, how they spend their days and are increasingly further away from the cafe and that look . But blowup hair and beard clothes wise, desperate to history and eagerness to continue as similar patterns of repeating an endless loop, or worse, one, hopefully finite downward spiral.

The report is with the endless echoes, which, according to Shakespeare, a soothsayer to Julius Caesar shouted, days before his assassination in the Senate:

Beware Ides of March.

And so the night before his death he said Calpurnia, his wife

Caesar ever di faith in omens. But

beyond what we have seen and heard,

one of our men has

the horrors that he witnessed the guards.

A lioness gave birth in the middle of the street

and tombs opened their mouths to spit dead.

Fierce warriors fighting in the clouds,

arranged in rows, squads and all the military order

throwing on the Capitol a drizzle of blood.

The heat of battle thundered in the air,

next to a horse neighing, agonized wailing,

and shrill screams of ghosts on the streets.

Ay, Caesar! This is all so strange.

I have much fear.

And try Artemidorus late Professor rhetoric to warn Caesar of the latent threat. But this ignored all the signs and warnings and on the Ides of March of the year 44 BC, would fall under 23 stab wounds.

Cassius, the more the man behind the murder, and Marcus Brutus, most visible in the eyes of the people, plotted on the pretext of preventing Julius Caesar was declared king and establishing again a monarchy into a republic. However it may be said that most or all of those who were excused on the apparent noble undertaking, made in pursuit of very different things and certainly not so high. And is that noble ends do not seem to exist except as wrapper that hides the meanest personal purposes.

It is common scene across the globe and its history, and then spoke, even with Caesar's body bloodied and warm:

Casio: How often coming centuries

will represent our sublime scene

in countries and languages \u200b\u200bas yet unknown!

Gross: How often will a show

see Caesar bled. Reduced to dust,

as now, at the foot of the statue of Pompey.

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Shakespeare, millennium and a half later, I knew the story would be taken by treachery and ambition. Most of his works are proof of that much material piling tragedy has continued with the passage of time! Mankind seems to learn and little seems to be interested. Is obsessed to go the same road of blood and suffering. Salvador Allende finish his last radio broadcast by Radio Magallanes, at 9:10 in the morning of 11 September 1973, saying

These are my last words and I have the certainty that my sacrifice will not be in vain, I have the certainty that, at least, be a moral lesson that will punish felony , cowardice and betrayal.

Allende How wrong I was! If lessons were not, at least not for the vast majority who tend to hold more than its counterpart felony that, I fear, are more identified with the aggressor with the victim. Suddenly I stopped the cries and threw me a thesis: The story does not have to change is destined to be repeated until it alone, under the weight of his misfortunes, is destroyed forever. A theme and variations always inevitable, sooner or later, comes to an end.

because of the time if we can say that about the old wars are new, and the first changes are recent, we can also ensure that each new war we add elements to the future, reasons and resentments added . Something like a war inside another: the play within a play.

In the second scene of Act III of Hamlet, the prince hesitantly puts his uncle and adopted the current king, to see if it was he who murdered his father. Please write a scene and hires actors to represent them. Enough has been said the situation in which actors act actors, and there is a scene within the scene, with the aggravating factor that represented the main plot of the play. Claudius, Hamlet's uncle and king of Denmark, retires to his quarters betrayed nervous. The reader feels that there is a mirror reflecting another, and thereby uncovering the mysteries of the first. The reader feels an eternal circle of reflections, because of the time, may well illustrate the story.

Borges has a story in which a man will come from foreign lands surrender to sleep day and night, with the sole purpose of dreaming to another, detailed, deliberate, careful, and bring it to reality. His devotion to the dream is so great that one does not doubt the possibility of his achievement. Delivered methodically, and between error and error gives a man who would be recognized by all as such, unless its creator and by fire, who despise and would not hurt, the man appears and believe in the flesh, but there would be little more than a dream. Grown old and seeing the star surrounded by a circle of fire, resigned to the inevitable death, he discovers with relief, humiliation and terror, perhaps the fire caresses ... he is also the dream of another man.

Borges leads us to assume that the new man may well be dreaming the dream of another, and this is the dream of another, and the new dream of someone else ... we assume then that changes easily. Overlapping variations of a theme previously given. Our most passionate love, are not so remote from that of Romeo and Juliet, which exploits our most daring, noble and bold, are not so distant from those of Don Quixote and Sancho, that our meanness and lies, easily reaching the ends the Duke of Gloucester, later Richard III.

Cassius Coincidentally, conspirator and one of the murderers of Julius Caesar, says the voice of Shakespeare among his last battle:

a day like today I had my first breath, the weather has turned

and finish where I started;

my life full circle.

Casio died on his birthday after giving the order that killed one of his slaves and his own sword, for fear to fall into enemy hands. Before dying exclaim:

Caesar has avenged

the same sword that killed him.

Casio is a victim of the same desire for repetition of reality.

Perhaps the most accurate and beautiful metaphor, illustration of some complicity in things, a certain order and disorder previously agreed, and probably the entire history of humanity, a friend told me talking about the dream within sleep, repetition, variations and endless circle or, hopefully finite downward spiral:

There once was a storyteller who sat down in the middle of nowhere, to tell the story of a storyteller who any given day sat in the middle of nowhere, to tell the story of a storyteller than a day ...

Five days after the Ides of September 2009

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A posthumous tribute to the language

By David Jimenez

Zarathustra Prelude

The fate of my existence - Nietzsche wrote around 1888 - perhaps its originality lies in its determinism, to put it cryptically, I already have died, as my father and my mother as , still alive and growing old. Nietzsche declares his death in the same sense in which he noted the urgent urgency of divinity: as an intrinsic depletion of things and as a necessary step of all being. Follows his life, lush, majestic and heavy:

Here I was sitting, waiting, waiting-to anything beyond

of good and bad, enjoying

already light and shadow, being all alone game,

Fully sea, full lunch, full time no goal.

Then suddenly friends! Which was one became two-

And Zarathustra went past me.

Röcken This puzzle begins in 1844, Prussian Saxony, in a small village surrounded by bushes and ponds. The nearest village was Lutzen and Friedrich recalls in his autobiography of 1858, travel between regions as those latent prints fine in memory:

Which vividly remember the graveyard! How many questions would not do, to see the old, ancient burial chamber, about the coffins and black ribbons, old inscriptions on the tombstones and graves!

His father was a country parson, a lover of literature and a skilled pianist. His death, so sudden and so sick, marked not only the character of Friedrich, a child was quiet, serious, introspective and intellectually restless, but it found the complaints. His father Ludwig suffered terrible pain, blindness and lethargy, until July 26, 1848 death overtook him slowly as if it were a dream, and as an irony, a kind of return, 52 years after Friedrich had the same final. The belief in tara and hereditary transmission led him to believe, with feelings more or less intense according to the time of his life that would reach that destination in a flash.

His life was a song of affirmation through the waiver. detached them critically of the Christian faith, when in 1865, a year after enrolling at the University of Bonn to study theology and classical philology, he abandoned his studies and his goal of becoming a priest. In 1866, in an old bookshop in Leipzig, discovered in one of the characters that would transform his life: Arthur Schopenhauer, the philosopher of the will as primal instinct. Nietzsche recalls that meeting of minds, as a personal encounter: lying on an old couch with the book in his hands and leaves between his fingers gliding fearfully, the world would be reconsidered, while the walls of a previous design to give tumbled rhythmically way to a positive and creative force.

Nietzsche saw the will to live a way out for himself. Will is a force and as such has no goal or end, is insatiable and insistent and pushes the man to a life of jumping, juggling between them misfortune. He realized that ethics was a mere rationalization of the facts, not a pure manifestation of the will, therefore, established the hegemonic thinking than once and forever to be discussed.

That was his first attack on the target, the first fatality at that elusive melancholy left by his father.

Richard Wagner, the revolutionary musician, became for Nietzsche in the embodiment of Schopenhauer thought. Their friendship began in Switzerland in 1867, Nietzsche taught as professor of classics at Basel, he dedicated his book The Birth of Tragedy.

No one could imagine- - later Nietzsche wrote that was begun under the thunder of the battle of Worth. Front the walls of Metz, in the cool September night, in the service as a nurse, I thoroughly pondered these problems ...

Greek thought, argues Nietzsche as fundamental thesis , devine two cross-currents defined by two opposing gods: the quiet and passive spirit of Apollo against the disturbing but evocative image of Dionysus. The intractable conflict between the two determined all the achievements of Greek art, from singing to the tragic drama. The power of the work lies in the non-overlapping of the images, not hiding in one of the gods. Rationality at all costs against instinct proves to Nietzsche, an interest of burying the living and a clear sign of decline. Socrates was its clearest representative, stating the reason as a virtue that leads to happiness that is opposed to the dark desires a permanent daylight .

As the Wagnerian drama wrapped in these considerations Nietzsche approached the musician and his idea of \u200b\u200bdeconstructing the entire Western musical tradition to make way for a new design, far of faith and Christian values. Wagner changed the worn Judeo-Christian God by Wotan and Siegfried heroic warrior savage became a lover of Teutonic paganism, which naturally infuriated the subversive spirit of the young Nietzsche.

The magic word or the folly of reviving the body.

is a crucial fact that the creative spirit prefers to descend on the sick who suffer.

Nietzsche lived most of his life sick, very young-about twenty-five-contracted syphilis, join a weakness progressive eyes. Never could resist a strong light, the prolonged exposure to sunlight fading and caused him severe headaches multiple. He worked in a room with low light, forcing the eyes to see a word against a white paper, fuzzy or to capture, as a magician, the fire on a yard that never stops burning. Loved because it allowed the words to structure your life so that consistency was always present. Kant pointed coherence as a rate proportional between thought, speech and action, thus reflecting a fundamental ethic. Nietzsche, not being a Kantian, traveled by this ethic, not forgetting bias that covers: the impossibility of realization. This margin of error, this hole gives the word on their way to action, to any thinker is the pain of existence. The plus that Nietzsche fell on physical vitality was dilated by the disease. Not only dragged his philosophy but reached to touch his body organically, progressively undermining your senses, making him recognize the fragile meat. In the thirty-sixth year of his life his eyes were again the unexpected fury of a disease that persisted in corrupt their thinking and so the struggle went double reflection in a double image of himself. An opposing interior and exterior howling against a listless and anxious to fall. And there, among these shadows, between the minimum of life, with heavy spirit, whence The wanderer and his shadow .

Obviously everyone where it is free is stronger their sense of living , and therefore, as I said, some make the passion, others on duty, other in scientific research, others in fantasy. Involuntarily the individual believes that the element of liberty lies in what makes you strong, which encourages its life. Links dependence and independence awkward feeling of living, as inseparable partners.

Nietzsche, like Spinoza, despised freedom in the Christian sense, ie as free will. The subject feels free, unfettered, uncensored, positively made, there is an unsuspecting victim of a mirage observer.

Man was put many chains, so that forgets to behave like an animal: and truly it has become more peaceful, spiritual, joyful and wise for all animals. But now suffers from the fact that it carried long chains, and for having failed for so long, healthy air and free movement ...

The following winter, with a body exhausted from lack of blood product a poor flow of fluid virtuoso and a tired feeling in the muscles, there Aurora, a book of why and wherefore of morality. This reflective exercise in this text reveals a dark spot even in our days and that even many scholars do not see: the critique of morality is not a criticism of a stubborn atheist philosopher and resentful against the faith of their predecessors, if not a criticism of the foundations of all Western culture and even more, a battle against the ideology. Therefore, Nietzsche would be in the arena with Marx and Freud as a subject in search of meaning distorted by power and not only as a philosopher of suspicion.

But he earned his living condition, the image of his father must have been erected in every condition, every moment that their eyes could not focus clearly on anything.

My life- your doctor writes Otto Eiser - is a terrible burden: my cast it long ago if it were not, precisely this state of suffering and almost total abstinence was where I made the most successful experiments on the ethical and intellectual, this joy I thirst for knowledge rises to a height from which surpassed all the torment and despair. Overall I am happier now than ever in my life ... my comfort is my thoughts and perspectives. Here and there in my ways, scribbling something on paper, my friends decipher my scribbles.

disease became speech, to be positive manifestation of the existence, the word became medicine to revive the fragile, rusty body in field combat, where the fights, one by one, are always personal, and on his way to eternity.

A moment of deep crisis thoughts followed him great inspiration. Thus was born Thus Spoke Zarathustra, whose thinking revolves around two key elements: language as a speech processor and power as agency prepended to consciousness. The language of Nietzsche-Zarathustra legitimate being average in that subject arises as a cleavage face the truth, ie that absolute truth has no meaning for the man because he understands that language is inconsistent, that all what is called a mere speech, a mask to transform hegemony of power.

The Zarathustra was written between moments of quiet hours melancholy disease and health, was conceived by the parties as the turns for an elliptical wave moves towards infinity. The Zarathustra is preaching, speaking in favor of the motion- greatness that can and should ascend the man is the highest exaltation, without forgetting the tragedy of existence of an ethics entirely subjective and a full subject of ethics.

Nietzsche died on August 23, 1900 in Weimar, while his writings were published and twisted at the same time massively. Before he died, between states of unconsciousness and hallucinations, he asked his sister Elisabeth, who was always beside the bed of the philosopher, the care of his illness:

Why are you crying, Lizbeth? Do not you think we are happy?

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THE Confederacy of Dunces by John Kennedy Toole

Published in 1980, won the Pulitzer that year.

By Ximena Aldana

Sociology coined the term "Social Moratorium" to describe the situation of individuals that having the training and skills for work and thus join the society not only from economic but also through the creation of a couple and the resulting procreation, never having left the maternal home and continue in the role of the son of the house, resisting the course of nature.

In our country the social moratorium is often because our youth has few well-paid job opportunities or simply because they do and / or live in partner is not a walk properly. In a country like USA, the social moratorium, tends to look bad and is very easy to qualify a loser who still lives under the family roof, which makes it less appetizing hero character for a story. That is one of the charms that catch the reader of the book "The Plot of Fools" by John Kennedy Toole.

The author of this novel, located at different points City of New Orleans characters who have in common their having to swim against the current: an exotic dancer devoid of talent, a black man who only expects to be street sweeper, a police officer about to be fired from the department, the owner jeans factory in decline, which he shares with his wife a deep mutual hatred, surrounded in turn by other characters who do not fulfill other functions as well deepen their anguish.

The Confederacy of Dunces is located in New Orleans of the 60, at the height of the egalitarian movements that were born in the United States. The reader will learn the French Quarter streets hand in hand with its central character, the huge and obese Ignatius J. Reilly, who is pressured by his mother, must leave to find work. This man, who considers the work as modern slavery, although he manages to escape every day to achieve that purpose, amounts to be selling sausages and an administrative assistant garment factory, each time leaving a trail of destruction. In his role as salesperson of sausages, wanders through the city while devouring one the goods to be sold and the clothing factory, try a march for the dignity of their workers, in an effort to overcome his girlfriend / rival , the former leading university partner in leadership in the student demonstrations, which angers our big hero.

On his way through the streets of this city, Ignatius touches the lives of these creatures with more grief than glory, but it is in roam this city that the reader engage with it city, where they bury their loved ones with music, practiced voodoo and Mardi Gras, New Orleans is the offspring of the mixture of cultures and races, raised in delirious celebration of life and the warm acceptance of death . In the end, all these pathetic beings be answered, which in some mysterious way which comes to each in proportion and in such manner as the Goddess Fortuna designated.

Who writes this line read A Confederacy of Fools at two specific times, staying on the two occasions with the same feeling: the first time, deeper than the admiration of the genius and humanity that holds this story a sense of loss to the tragedy of its author, who somehow repeated itself through the greasy IJ Reilly ridiculous figure. Like him, kept his writings to hope to make them known to the world, but unlike his fought, unsuccessfully, for publication. John Kennedy Toole could not deal with the frustration of this failure and one day, hit the exhaust pipe of his car with a hose whose end came through a narrow space of the window and then start the engine, remained in the car until he died. Her mother found the manuscript several years later and was dedicated to the task of publishing them, a purpose that achieved in 1980, the year he won the Pulitzer.

The second, he looked to the city wrecked by Hurricane Katrina and its streets and buildings, helpless before nature, I thought I saw the characters who crossed his protagonist's life.

Despite the devastation left by the hurricane, the statue of Ignatius J, Reilly standing continues to block 800 of Canal Street in New Orleans, despite the untimely death of its author, The Conspiracy of Fools is a relatively bright, optimistic and unwavering.

Cali, September 20, 2009

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Literary Review

Book: the other side of the mirror

Author: Sebastião Ferreira Dos Santos

1997

Editorial Manaus, Rua da Minha Terra 99 101, Rio de Janeiro, Brazil

Aldana For Hernando Velásquez.

The title leads one immediately to "The Far Side of the Mirror and What Alice Found There" by Lewis Carrol. Well, not the kind of Alice's adventures, but if what we found on the other side of himself, ie in the other, our nearest distance.

Dos Santos-Ferreira a peculiar way of counting Silvinho life through what you are hearing throughout childhood, adolescence and his recent maturity, parents, brothers and then the rest of the family and the circle widens to the remotest friends, the loves experienced, the dream, people with whom he shared the minutes that range from the first floor to the fifteenth floor where he worked for twenty years. People would never see, but at a glance made him aware that his tie for example had nothing to do with the shirt and jacket.

Or that over the years in the way they stare at the antics of the elevator and get off at the floor not displayed until the elevator man says, Lord Valadares, arrived. Look through the elevator door and ignore the floor or look like it was the first time. Is this old age? She wondered as she asked fifteen Is this puberty? Each of these responses you were coming from the other, girlfriend, neighbor to the front, the caretaker of the block, the teacher, the lady who runs his hand and the rest of the body above him when he picks avocados lunch and tell you is that you are so great man who did not give me another chance.

So big? If only I measure a seventy-eight inches and I have not even belly. What do you mean, and why it is? tells his wife and index sinks in the navel.

And so Silvinho Valadares, Salvador Bahia of All Saints will collecting the skein from the loose to the same childhood when the scolding, the recommendations will refer to himself, a self-consciousness that he has. All he knows of himself, almost everything comes from outside, on the other side of the mirror. The rest of the world that is like him, people who walk on two feet, at the other end and shoulders have a head which is located a complex system of reading the world through sensations, but especially voices that come from outside and seem to have a clearer notion of him than himself.

Silvinho Valadares, a boy of the Parallel Avenue, a boy as any of them playing soccer every day on the shores of the sea that looks to the distant Africa and that he knew that on a clear day and cleared their ancestors could see the guy with the binoculars, mate throughout the life of the Brazilian merchant fleet that varaba every three months in the port. What are you looking old man tells a red face and skin sun-checkered and the elements. To my family in Africa. You need not look far, you see that old man like me to drag the boat, that's your grandfather, your grandfather can be, and should be your grandfather.

He realizes that he is anyone who looks, it is not so different from them, which either can be themselves, think the same, want the same thing. Then it is neither rare nor so strange as he is like the others, the others are like him. That their worst thoughts I may have had the girl that goes by, because they do not despite their disturbing sexual dimorphism and are so different or think differently. They may think the same thing from another angle, but basically the same.

Silvinho in that maturity that has suddenly fallen, because by dint of being every day in the mirror, there is no full much of the amount of years that have passed, because in the background is still the guy in the Parallel Avenue, which leads to the Avenida Jorge Amado and then to Otavio Mangabeira where the wind and smell the sea and across the ocean is the African coast. He realizes that every inhabitant of Bahia is its mirror, and suddenly felt a huge urge to hug them, one by one. And he at last and after so many years has been at peace with himself.

Curiosa's narrative-Ferreira Dos Santos, through the voices of others, the voices coming from the other side of the mirror. I can not but recall the words of William Ospina on the day of Honoris Causa at the Universidad Santiago de Cali, "All I see and listen to one and one not seen or heard."

This book was finished reading the October 27, 2008

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By Julian Enriquez

"Philippe" is a mega-novel, a romance at the same historical novel, it is also an ode to the hero, the engineer Philippe Bunau-Varilla, without their assistance the Canal of Panama does not even exist. On the other hand, is a beautiful story of love (or love), love hurts, love that turns, love flying. And power, the power of man against the elements, against the same man and the tenacious struggles that lead the protagonist to become a living politician, intrigue, blackmail and legal intricacies but when required, can also be a warrior in the field battle.

Suddenly, it becomes also a disturbing and ominous novel that marks a course difficult and painful for the hero. And it mutates into a black novel of police investigations, lovers who feel betrayed and hired gunmen, plots hatched with the thrill of last minute and come and go dead on account of yellow fever, cholera or malaria, as well as account of the murderous bullets.

"Philippe" is primarily a novel of novels, reminded me so much to that other mega novel is "Moby Dick or the white whale hunting" of Herman Melville. Both are bulky and both are engaged in a colossal project. The Compagnie Universelle, French institution created to implement the project as the Pequot channel is the boat going after the whale doomed. And Captain Ahab, sea wolf tanning that is the same Philippe forward with this same obsession, to the idea chimeric channel insurmountable stands before him.

Just say, Marc de Banville, the author, accomplished in his nearly four hundred pages to tell a heroic epic, a unique feat, narrative is a colossal effort that demanded many years, and nourished with patient investigative work, gigantic, titanic would be more accurate to call it.

The novel not only liked me, I was surprised and delighted, had come to hand with the notification apparent that this was a pure historical novel whose theme was the famous Panama Canal. What a surprise that I got when I started reading it and I was stuck in the muddy hill lands of Culebra, the most difficult for the engineering of the era, with its protagonists exposed to a number of diseases, apparently caught in the thick jungle and virgin that claimed thousands of victims, attacking ruthlessly and equally to native and foreign, twelve thousand lives, say the statistics that were lost in the construction of the canal on account of illness, accidents and natural disasters.

their pages bandits also parade, dozens of rival factions clash over land control, as well as echoes of the first and second World Wars, all told in detail with a French language , frantic and chronic auspicious novel, creating in the reader all sorts of emotions, there are fires and brave actions of our hero Philippe Bunau-Varilla, defended women and children saved, precisely, to himself yellow fever was about to take his life, the dark figure of a healer saved him.

was reported about three loves that had the protagonist, very well-crafted characters that give great life and humanity to the story. Ida, the first one, patient Frenchwoman, the Penelope of this odyssey, he waited and waited for his Philippe and the already married with three children remained in the case formally to each other from you. Mary Gilma, the Colombian lover, wealthy influential and dangerous, he said, "Felipe" but which feared him back paradoxically, Gilma became an essential support to safeguard the canal and once again the life of Philippe. One of the memorable passages of the novel, in a romantic, it happens when these two women, wife and mistress, they discover the deception, and instead of angry and lash out against each other, what they do is tip over man that is physically between the two, subject to an angry slap swinging sending the man's face east and pray to pray to the West.

The third woman in the life of Philippe's Grace, the great love of his life, the woman for whom he had given up the channel if I'd asked her, in the end, poor Grace , American who loved him and gave him a son who was about to take the life of his father, ended up being the great sacrifice and martyr of the story.

"The novel deals with the channel?, Absolutely, is the backbone that will guide the story. From the beginning when the channel is only imaginary path breaking through the dense forest, the engineer Philippe becomes obsessed with him and makes a kind of oath: "Between you and me beautiful nature, tireless enemy, fertile conquering your life force boiling me but to beat you better. We drink from the same source of power, but my death gives me the strength to submit your eternity. UNITED times while I was dead, I will be cast on you, but your items have been tamed to give way to progress, fleeting channel opened by the force of my own will, and then maintained by the men who follow me. "When end of his life in the last pages of the novel, our hero and reconciles with her dying: "... give more speeches, digging more channels, more money, why?, the only important thing to feel and love that nature with which I have tried to fight my whole life. "

As had to fight and deal with the authorities or representatives of at least five governments: the French, who started the work but whose astronomical size and level of funding sought by the project, put investors Gaulish in disarray. The U.S. government returned it, becoming a true labor of Philippe Bunau-Varilla, getting American politicians and sinister powers in the shade, finally approved the deal to push through the channel. Colombia, whose forces timidly tried to intervene in the refusal to lose that "great piece of jungle" of its sovereignty. Nicaragua had a preliminary agreement with the Americans for the canal route crossed its territory; Philippe defended before the authorities of north country the inconvenience of this idea: "Prefer Nicaragua to Panama would prefer the stability of a pyramid resting on its tip to a pyramid that sits at the base ... The Panama route is not suffering like the wind Nicaragua, currents, sharp curves, sediments, volcanoes ... introducing three essential qualities: continuity of operations, traffic safety and stability of the structure, plus the cost would be three times greater. "

Another country with which Philippe had to deal was emerging with Panama, a nation created by the grace of the canal and American interests: "Without ratification of the treaty (refer to the Hay-Herran treaty) no channel and no channel, no country."

to the Russians and the Germans at first tried to be them, who built the gigantic oceanic.

Generally, references to Colombia and Colombians, are those at the time became accustomed to a banana republic that began to walk, rather desobligante treatment. The French, including the engineer Ferdinand de Lesseps (and a living legend for building the Suez Canal) and face in its first stage to that of Panama and the same Bunau-Varilla returned it to bring to fruition, given the push for the channel were a solid reality in the region and to dispel all misunderstandings that could have been presented to the World Trade urgency.

From this point of view, Marc de Banville allows your characters are and express themselves freely, far from politically correct as they are. They, the French first and the plethora of foreigners had to do with the work, were formed in the brains of the operation, while Haitians, Jamaicans and Colombians themselves represent 'just' labor. Although hundreds and thousands die, the novel seems to do justice or uplift, only makes the drama of those that do have a voice, foreigners European administrative charges that come to work sick and true to say, also to die there.

Anyway, let us not nationalists and understand that the novel offers an important historical and literary document of unparalleled value. I recommend reading it at the same time explore what is the mega construction going through a beautiful and exotic adventure story that take place in spurts, loves and heroes, most notably all Bunau-Varilla Philippe.

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Marcela, the only objection I have for this work is not the content of the novel precisely, if not the publication itself, the plague errors in grammar, semantics, accents and punctuation in it. Observed in the pages of credits that "Philippe" had five (5) correcting the English version: (Marce, Dora, Andrew, Adrian and Ema), boys did not do their job.

A tolerant and patient reader could happen all these errors because the story catches and convicts, but the three pages are missing from this edition (p. 72, pg. 86 and p.. 325) is something really unfortunate and unacceptable, any angry reader might say 'forget it'.

I wonder if "Philippe" would succeed in Colombia?, If the people of this country would read a novel that it is concerned, it would be important to read?, That's something that I can not answer. In Colombia we read very little statistics say but if they read learn of the existence of this novel, the importance of treatment to the historical fact that preceded it, the variety and detail of feature stories here, the work could be a good start and on success. In universities, for example, faculties of history, sociology and literature, would be very useful.

think the title does not contribute to it, seems a work dedicated to the French reader. A different title, more attractive and raizal it concerns the region of the world, this tropical burning, may help.

important to strengthen all with an advertising campaign to launch the book visits by the author through of media, including a promotional tour with talks by various Colombian cities.