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Christ on the Rue Jacob por Severo Sarduy EPUB MOBI
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  • Título Original: Christ on the Rue Jacob
  • Autor del libro: Severo Sarduy
  • ISBN: 978-1562790752
  • Idioma: ES
  • Páginas recuento:166
  • Realese fecha:2009-07-07
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Christ on the Rue Jacob por Severo Sarduy Libro PDF, EPUB

This truly beautiful book is the last by the Cuban-born, Paris-nurtured writer who died in 1993 of AIDS. In a collection of brief, even minute, essays, he offers maps to the passage of time. The first such map is his body, on which "epiphanies" are marked by scars-beginning with the navel, the first wound. The second map is Sarduy's mind, filled with sharp impressions of p This truly beautiful book is the last by the Cuban-born, Paris-nurtured writer who died in 1993 of AIDS. In a collection of brief, even minute, essays, he offers maps to the passage of time. The first such map is his body, on which "epiphanies" are marked by scars-beginning with the navel, the first wound. The second map is Sarduy's mind, filled with sharp impressions of places (Cafe de Flore, Benares) and people (Roland Barthes, Italo Calvino). It can make for lonely reading, in part because many friends (Barthes and Calvino among them) are dead. In "The Tibetan Book of the Dead", Sarduy recounts the changes in his address book as death threatens to turn it into a "novel, or biographical fiction". But, facing his own death, Sarduy refuses to remove the name of a dead friend because "it would be like eradicating him all over again, as if I were an accomplice of the void, subjecting him to another death within death". There is also a certain loneliness to Sarduy's style, perfectly translated here by Levine and Maier. His intricate descriptions bear the stamp of the eternal observer. But what descriptions:like a great singer, he maintains a flow of carefully modulated phrases, one tumbling over the next, without ever pausing for a breath ("The house, which my father had wrested from a brackish and inopportune spring that gushed at dawn from the foundation, was sinking along a whitewashed hallway toward a patio filled with large earthenware jugs and refreshed by the red shadow of a royal poinciana").