The first book of this new author who conceals his name on your imagination and known only occupation and marital status is a real pineapple in the temple: Partnership of poetry, prose and drama, their words are a voice that sometimes sound ethereal and other wonders of existence.
By Nicolas Alonso
Buenos Aires, March 14 (agency NAN-2011) .- Mana invites fantasy, magic, alchemy whereby literary a book can turn your character author. Mana is an event, "occurs at the intersection" between a pseudonym identity that ensures that the diluted, and a heteronymous the style of Fernando Pessoa, who founded one of the blue. This User ID (if you opt for this characterization) takes its body, its rationale, of herpes (Traveling Editorial), the first book of this novel and talented writer who conceals his name to be confused with the characters of his own imagination. We only know their craft: copywriter who "never reached the era of glitter, and marital status" single formal, really loose. "
herpes functions as a multifaceted language of the phrase (those we use to talk, to transact business or make love to a girl) arms that turn against their own reader and even (can sense) against the writer himself. Herpes mine the language, the environment and every day objects, forming a Buenos Aires that is thinned in the particular view of the narrator. In "Today I prepare lunch tomorrow," describes the existential crisis Mana man haunted by the oppression of a Tupperware , with tragic consequences ("If you had cooperated [...] If you had understood").
This book rabid red cap and lowercase title is an unexpected blow that is expressed in different facets of the impossibility to act. It is a profound saying, a saying that goes deep, passing through the body of the reader which character spooky. Sometimes ground, and looking straight ahead, face to face with the known extrañación of entering a world that may not be able to master. As in the story "The Antiquarian", that impossible place where the known, normal (that's every day) assumes an aura of strangeness bordering on the sinister. This is obviously tongue-in conflicts with their world, which at times seems not to take their conditions of existence, comes to the site (the House of Antiquities) through the indication of "Astro", a sort of friend / alter ego the protagonist: "929. Fender. Right hand. Third location. So the card said. Same as Astro gave me last night. The same as if I had not had the nightmare I had. " Sometimes this voice comes from elsewhere, with stories or fragments of impossible love. As in "The frost came and we were standing," "Without a 140 with your keys, or rather, your digital code", or "The average shadow gave you blindness."
multiforme, or tongue impossible. That is perhaps the crux of herpes . Drama, prose, poetry. It is not mix, no, not an experiment, an alchemy of different styles blended under a common name (herpes). It is a voice, at times ethereal, interweaving worlds, atmospheres tacking always tainted by the isolation, loneliness and sadness disguised as ironic humor. For others, strong, clear and tangible. Achieves the effect of a punch in the head ("no ticket worth as much / to bank is living).
Somehow herpes is a language impossible, a desperate attempt to find a way to say that for which has not yet created the right words. It is a voice that, like all others, can never find the word that the fill, fill out, that the totals. The voice on herpes just trying to say, no experience with poetry, prose or drama. Just pronounce, just say without addressing the gender boundaries or categories impose. Herpes passes, leaving the reader stunned as an unexpected blow. Contaminated, disturbed, "now the stigma /-colonized / dermis, pores and moons / are evident."
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