the death of a writer, especially a great writer, is frequent talk of many things connected with him but not literature. Reactions, his life, the details of his demise ... all this is scanned in live by the pen of the day but a comment rested from the work he leaves behind, it is often conspicuous by their absence. José Saramago
would not be an exception. Since its Iberianism, its relationship with Portugal, his country, to his home in Lanzarote, the Nobel Prize, the affection of his readers (of which I attest, one of the oldest entries are answered in this blog was my negative comment on "Intermittently death), her marriage to a English Communist militancy, his childhood poverty and need, its late addition to the literature, the suddenness of his death (despite his age) or the unfortunate statement from the Holy See (What happened to the subtlety of Vatican diplomacy! another myth crumbles .) In short, everything that has been said and a lot of press but, again, their books, Justito and little else. As much a bit of emphasis on the rarity of its success being an author who has a very special style, baroque, poetic and somewhat avant-garde. Unfortunately
do not feel qualified to make that effort I've been missing elsewhere, and I will not do an elaborate critique of the work of Saramago. But I would like to remember one thing: Portuguese was an author who carefully cultivated, intensity and repeated the fantasy genre. Something that, in my humble opinion, has not been reported enough. Saramago practiced so diffuse that has been called magical realism, but also the purest Fantastic literary, political fiction, the biblical and even something like science fiction.
In that sense it is, probably, and died after Ballard and Lem, the closest thing to an author of our tastes that the Nobel Academy may come to recognize. Therefore, it is worth remembering, and not try to be exhaustive, titles like the aforementioned "death Intermittently" but also, "The Stone Raft," "The Gospel According to Jesus," "Blindness" (perhaps his most recognized), "The Cave", "The man doubled," Essay on the lucidity " "Cain" or some of their stories.
The fact that critics and the public would accept without question these titles are probably the best example of how far the normalization of fantastic literature, especially science fiction, has become, and despite the redundancy in normal . While probably protest this input (which I'm pretty regular) start to stop making sense. Currently writing about a world where everyone becomes blind but a few and how that Revelation reflects our human condition is no longer science fiction, but a social critique worthy of a Nobel. Ah, if Wyndham lift his head!
0 comments:
Post a Comment