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forward to attending "Waiting for Godot." DISENCHANTMENT

Controversial, generating love or hate, misunderstood or interpreted plural ... anyway. No doubt a book that almost no one expects, that baffles most, which I think is relevant the question why this is so and the answer I give is simply that we usually come before the works loaded with what Gombrich called mental equipment. What is the mental equipment? As could be defined as information inherited through our education, our perception throughout our existence, our expectations about what we do not know that emanate from the models we have assumed an inheritance from the past.

In this way, any way that violates past models (which we made in our mental equipment ) makes us wonder, incomprehension, if not rejection or disgust or outrage. And it is so, no turning back. Waiting for Godot has been, and thus appears to recognize the world of literature in full, a return nut historical tradition and more specifically literary theater. Beckett has created something that gives us everything that we did not expect a work, and puts us in the same situation as a Zen neophyte when his teacher asked "How does a slap with one hand?" Unresponsive, at least for the traditional channels of Cartesian thought.

La Gioconda by Leonardo Da Vinci, icon painting Euclidean model.

Les demoisselles d'Avignon, Picasso, hack in five centuries of tradition that curtails pictorial space and perspective

(...) high contemporary literature must necessarily pass by Samuel Beckett. "

this sentence. copied and pasted from the blog of Vicente Luis Mora, a young critic, writer, commentator, scholar and lover of literature, will find it very strange was Beckett who's book has not met. How can you say something like "a book that has neither head nor tail", so to speak. The answer is that firstly, the literature does not have to give us what we ask, secondly, the literature is not only a story, but struggle with ways to find new ways of telling, and thirdly, the history of literature is split as did the history of painting when Cubism destroyed five centuries of Euclidean perspective, fourth, and in regard to Waiting for Godot, is the first play after centuries of theater that things happen on stage following the scheme argument-middle and end, get that in two acts (not three as usual), nothing happens in the first and most incredible, nothing happens in the second. Of course, writing "nothing happens" is that natizarlo, because within that path uncommunicate absurd dialogues rather than communicate, an underground beats drawing a caricature, grotesque, gargantuan of the human condition: a life without clear purpose, a continuous expected a "no-you-know-what" to save us, a hope so blind as useless and yet so human that inspires tenderness . Here, in my opinion, the theme of the book, hope beyond all reason in an absurd and meaningless world, a world where meanness miserable living with the everyday.

Existentialism, philosophical developed by Jean Paul Sartre, pervades the work from head to toe, head to toe as the characters are represented by two symbolic accessories, shoes and hat. Manolo Moreira said lucidly The hat seems to symbolize human dignity, a pledge that all equal, and at the same time inspired by the desire to be the other, as seems ejemplicar the scene where Gogo and Didi are changed hats to fast motion (a scene from the Marx Brothers).

The Marx brothers in his famous cabin.

face of the enthusiastic performances of some other club members have enjoyed this book, many colleagues expressed their legitimate inability to understand something they thought could be said otherwise. But is there where I think it is the crux of the issue: in other words not get two main objectives: 1 - Open a new space for literature, which had never been presented in these forms, and 2 - and readers Extrañar the public with a new rendering mode, which could not have appeared at any time before the twentieth century, the century in which humanity could be demonstrated that absurd enough to use technology to destroy each other.

I humbly realizing that even the legitimate positions of the comrades who have not received or have not taken the book of Beckett, this is a work that acts as a real hack in the mind of the reader-viewer and the history of literature. I do not think it so easy to write so many pages getting interest to millions of readers and viewers without resorting to traditional means. And the proof is that not a week or month in which this work is not represented somewhere in the world. Which brings me to mention that it might have been very different feeling that would cause this work if instead of being readers, we had been spectators, not in vain is a work of theater, and theater, although it can read, and actually does, is designed essentially to be represented, with all the additive setting, space, sound, voice, movement, bodies, gestures, etc. that constitute his being, a being who takes on the contradictions of a life that remains unanswered from the last century waiting for something. Maybe something called Godot, perhaps called Nada.

Malevich. White square on white (1918).

Genesis Paints Ireland

YESTERDAY AFTER THE CRASH.

With this post, I inaugurate a small "novelty" in this blog, and I let the little leave comment on some of the readings I've done on my own, just outside the Reading Club of San Roque, although in many cases suggested by those in the heart of the club.

After reading yesterday The vain, Isaac Rosa, I fully convinced by the treatment capacity of a subject beaten with few forms and a renewed and expanded structure in its broadest sense, I decided to start reading the latest novel by Rosa, who had been in the library recently. The country of fear - tells me the synopsis of the cover, is our daily and ancestral fears in a world today which presents the protagonist as a host of threats, and to the subject reacting to their own fears, with some exciting consequences.

At first I stood before the novel as an inquiry into the consciousness of a current citizen of our country, focusing on the fears we feed thanks to the tragic bombing of black news and events that are repeated in the media. However, he expected something to continue the author's brave experiments in terms of modes of narration. What I've found is a novel with a third-person narration, with a structure-knot-end argument, which was outlined in a traditional way. The writing is good, Isaac Rosa can write and handles well the language, words. However, I had just entered with interest into the novel, which began to bother me, because well-educated devenía a novel in which the reading was a walk through a good deed in which all that was happening flippantly was predictable. At one point, I was sure I was well marked with a mechanism that was leading me by stereotypes. His steady hand and writing more than correct, not enough for me, because I could not find anything in the book had not already found in other novels. Finally, I stopped reading, disenchanted with a product that seems to be written at the suggestion of the editor rather than author's will, which seemed to me somewhat constrained by the need write a conventional narrative with conventional style. Basically, my main objection to this novel, I could not finish, you do not need it, it says nothing to me, nor about how account, or concerning what counts that being, for me the less important because the stories have been told. A novel necessary because, for the editor and for some readers, but clearly unnecessary for a writer who has proven to be able to go much further with his previous books.

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THE CRASH YESTERDAY (2).