Memory of storm, Calima Ediciones, Palma de Mallorca, 2010, 174 pp. Garrido Palacios is a solid storyteller huelveño which should talk more but for reasons not ignore bad enough, although it has proven a work of literary quality.
From a solid background in filmmaking has devoted his activity as a screenwriter and television director (NKD Japan, WDR Germany, TVE Spain). Among his television series there is a clear importance of the popular basis "Roots", "All Games", "The mobile dune," "The Sacred Wood," "La Primavera en Doñana", "traits" were recognized at the time with different national and international awards in "Memory of the storms," \u200b\u200bthe field of reflection is rural Spain, backward poor and uneducated.
With his first book, "The rim", published in 1964, beginning a long literary career, which has earned a long list of awards, including the award Borges and the Golden Harp (Ireland) ... is a contributor to several publications and the online magazine Literary Paper (Malaga) with brainy literary analysis. He is also member of the American Academy of English Language in New York and the jury's International Film Festival Glaway, and Latin American Film Festival of Huelva.
Memory of storm "belongs next to" abandon "and" Rain Maker "of" Trilogy of Rust. " At times, reading this novel, I have come to the memory of Baralla Castroforte, home and soul of "The saga / drain JB" de Torrente Ballester (which these days is to return to the present, one of our strongest storytellers of all times), "You will return to Region of Juan Benet (another important writer and forgotten) and" CELAM "of our beloved Luis Mateo Díez, but also Camilo José Cela in the wit of the narrative and the ease of composition. "Memories of the storm" is even reminiscent of rural areas has created so extraordinary that Latin American literature through the work of great Rulfo, Borges, Vargas Llosa, the García Márquez ... Palacios Garrido
this work falls to the memory through an old woman of about one hundred years, Dona sweetness, which is shaping the history of Rust and personal history, a kind of new Ursula Iguarán (the magical character of "One Hundred Years of Solitude "), ethereal and ghostly, which has enormous strength and personal and literary creation itself, despite the recollections is offered.
Through the narrative outline of the story told to a "gentleman" who comes to town, the voice of the character homodiegetic is present and has from the first person through the interior monologue and their experiences, their feelings and disappointments with the world and its inhabitants: "I do not want to tire the gentleman. I told this so many times that I've become the story itself. You see I'm going on my memories of my memories through my memories "(p. 21). At another point you insist on your receiver: "I tell you what little I know, three crumbs, what can we learn from each other?" (P. 120). We are witnessing the oral narrative memory built in small strokes, and sweetness with his mind, his wit and sadness that is enveloping us in this amazing air formed by the lines sour (as its name) of existence: Ah, my head is a bag of stories in which I put my hand and pulled shreds "(p. 34). Although in reality, we might consider an intermediary Bonaparte's grandmother, who was the one that told these stories after taking a long sip brandy. A tribute to the memory, says that as sweetness can not be gagged or be grass of oblivion. But apart from the rich anecdotes that the reader is riddled with ghosts and magical beings, the story of sweetness can get into a philosophy of life, in a quasi-moral model, if you ask me, deeply human, where he spent his life always pleasing to others but be pleased. Spain
A bizarre backward, multiple, variegated and plural forms this bittersweet work in which the black palette is very present, a color that has been integral to our history as a people. Goya never made a mistake with his pictures of Alley Cat and also with Don Valley Latino Híspalis and Max Estrella. A distorted mirror Spain and characters on the edge of absurdity or grotesque and properly. And the greater absurdity arises in a state of war, "Take a shotgun and hit shots. Against what? You pull in that direction and do not ask (...) are hidden behind the bad, the enemy. Whichever is the enemy "(p. 31).
sweetness, twenty years, goes to the seminary in the capital, where he will work in a tavern, leaving Rust, his people, that sweetness as someone had said that there was on the map. But the infatuated was short and soon marries another. Gone are interspersed stories like the relative Onofre, or cats that hunted Onesimus hunger Teresona history, political Donglorio (about which he constantly ridicules), the story of squeamishness that has brought back to the schedules and the spirit of English picaresque narrative. In fact on page sixty-two is an explicit reference to works like "Lazarillo de Tormes" and "Alfarache Guzman, and that text, almost word for word is the" Hymnal "common memory presiding as beings who asked to vouch for the existence of people and always accompanying sweetness.
Manuel Garrido Palacios love The smell of the donkey Uncle Livio Mica, which we in for a rough and sad human geography around a misunderstood sexuality, not to mention the lad Rust that "it was skill in masturbating boys, coming to do two different straws while quite art "(p. 40). And then comes a clear evocation of the novel "Mazurka for two dead" Cela which won the National Award for Fiction. Sex and hunger as elements that transcend the narrative discourse of sweetness and us into an imaginary group.
One such story is that of Rufina, who cut off the penis of her lover, and when it did, said, "the comedy is over" (p. 81). O Contrera history that was dedicated to teaching her panties to Cuartoquilo telling for what they served: "The panties are used to save the pussy" (p. 83). The symbolic value of all these stories that emerge as a sepia image of time, in a country, in a situation dominated by an absurd and bloody repression in all areas of daily life. It also has the wit and the story of Onesimus succulence, which was about a traveling books, Fructuoso, who was greatly respected in the village by way of pronouncing the names of the authors of books, among those recommended were those of a certain Somersemogan (William Somerset Maugham, the story writer, English novelist and playwright of the mid-XX) and Masensevadermé (Maxence Van der Meersch, the French writer, author of Bodies and Souls). And when Onesimus became pregnant, he said, "Look, let impregnate! She replied: It is an Englishman. " And anecdotal stories that make a human landscape, a world, a belief and above all a philosophy of life that shows the backwardness and ignorance of a people: "In no listura Rust. Culture meant, but he left listura "(p. 106). A Spain takes in which the children came to school a short time because soon put them to care for cattle, although it would be after his teacher Nature. This image also creates an atmosphere of manners to which we employed the novel and the incidence shows a spirit of defilement and time where sex was a direct part of their lives permanently. And in that satisfaction with the elements of the culture of the people, one of the chapters, pp. 120-127 is focused on the analysis of language. And among other things says: "Grandma Bonaparte could not bear we said ment instead of fart (...) Peo and fart smell the same, but they have distinction (...) You know, you pronounce the jigo is barbaric (...) we do not war with a letter, which in one way or another what I'm saying is that I am up to fuck (...) had to say cataplines by balls (...) In the tavern of Matthew learned what cuts the soul a look and also new words. " We believe that this area is also present in the spirit of Camilo Jose Cela in the wit, the sarcasm, distorted construction of the characters and the degradation of a backward society with only small traces significant.
But of course, something always in the villages is quite recurrent transcendence the passage of time, the relationship with silence and the difference of it with the capital since the changes came only after years of it, news that there had been a long time were taken as a novelty after the flight and a place everyone hated when in fact they hated was a time, a way of life, a thought that is organized through a random presence of short stories and poems that help to understand the underlying philosophy, like this: "What a weird town, / so strange it, / the sun rises in the morning / afternoon and turns; / below each ceiling / one potajillo cooked / and bottom of each pot / Rust is a silent, / a Santro, a Carriponte / and a head Lajareque; / pots in the kitchen, with milk, milk, milk, milk. "
In this novel there are phrases for posterity and models: "More unites the love hunger" (p. 46); "We are lots of big nothing" (p. 65); "No need to put more music truth, then what emerges is the story of quince "(p. 78);" Love is a luxury nest hatred where love is lacking. I'd say love is a lurking hatred and hatred is a love trance "(p. 78);" Every woman was a world and every man a project "(p. 78):" Every day is a transition and that only live in the instant you perceive you live, that which is immeasurable because it seems eternal "(p. 79)," Now I know a pompous fool can be a mounted on a book "(p. 94) ... One of the most succulent is this: "One who was at death's door the priest offered to go to heaven and said this: Let's nonsense, as in my house I will not be anywhere." (p. 173).
In short, "Memories of the storm" is a novel that makes up his own world, Franco's Spain, a Spain backward and uneducated in which the characters wander around instincts and absurd situations. With skill, wit ease and creates a story entertaining but mostly makes up a time and way of being and being in the world.
0 comments:
Post a Comment