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Spalona woda

Kwartet narracyjny

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Urbane stories – almost all set in Mexico City. The weakest tales here simply exploit a single metaphor: in «Chac-Mool», a collector buys a pre-Columbian statue of a god, and the god turns into flesh; in «In a Flemish Garden», a Europeanized house is haunted by the Empress Carlotta. But the strongest of them take on Mexico City's schizoid energy in total. An old bachelor, mother-stifled, lives alone in a crumbling house and keeps to the genteel practices of 30 years before (wakes late, eats in one restaurant, wears spats and a bowler): he's eventually murdered by the street hustlers who are his cultural opposites. «The Two Elenas» portrays a young woman so desperate to be hip and ‘with-it’, decultured, that she becomes a mirror image of herself, her own bouncing infinity. And the final story, «The Son of Andres Aparacio», is perhaps the best: a rolling, careening, ashy tale of a young man without prospect who becomes involved with a neo-Fascist brigade of terrorists: here Fuentes is able to run without a leash what he knows best – disappointment. In general, however, stories are a less hospitable form for this writer than are novels, and the single ideas here mostly seem merely tantalizing, not a full measure.

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Spalona woda, Carlos Fuentes, Maria Kaniowa

Lingua
Pubblicato
1984
Rilegatura
(In brossura),
Condizioni del libro
Danneggiato
Prezzo
3,69 €

Metodi di pagamento

Titolo
Spalona woda
Sottotitolo
Kwartet narracyjny
Lingua
Polacco
Pubblicato
1984
Formato
In brossura
Pagine
128
ISBN10
8308011179
ISBN13
9788308011171
Serie
Descrizione
Urbane stories – almost all set in Mexico City. The weakest tales here simply exploit a single metaphor: in «Chac-Mool», a collector buys a pre-Columbian statue of a god, and the god turns into flesh; in «In a Flemish Garden», a Europeanized house is haunted by the Empress Carlotta. But the strongest of them take on Mexico City's schizoid energy in total. An old bachelor, mother-stifled, lives alone in a crumbling house and keeps to the genteel practices of 30 years before (wakes late, eats in one restaurant, wears spats and a bowler): he's eventually murdered by the street hustlers who are his cultural opposites. «The Two Elenas» portrays a young woman so desperate to be hip and ‘with-it’, decultured, that she becomes a mirror image of herself, her own bouncing infinity. And the final story, «The Son of Andres Aparacio», is perhaps the best: a rolling, careening, ashy tale of a young man without prospect who becomes involved with a neo-Fascist brigade of terrorists: here Fuentes is able to run without a leash what he knows best – disappointment. In general, however, stories are a less hospitable form for this writer than are novels, and the single ideas here mostly seem merely tantalizing, not a full measure.