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Cheap, sentimental things
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Edith Grossman |
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I told myself that in the country of my birth, from which I was disengaged in an increasingly irreversible way, there undoubtedly were many men and women like him, basically decent people who had dreamed all their lives of the economic, social, cultural, and political progress that would transform Peru into a modern, prosperous, democratic society with opportunities open to all, only to find themselves repeatedly frustrated, and, like Uncle Ataulfo, had reached old age - the very brink of death - bewildered, asking themselves why we were moving backward instead of advancing and were worse off now with more discrimination, inequality, violence, and insecurity than when they were starting out
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Edith Grossman |
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"If Laura was so prolific with poems, and in truth she was, then what was the problem with Megan's request? Couldn't Laura, with a little doing, keep stringing together line after line of words and construct, in time, a novel? It seemed logical, but there was the matter of finding an idea and sustaining it. Only fire could do that. The fire of rebellion. Mario Vargas Llosa had not used the term "fire" exactly, but rather had discussed the presence of "seditious roots" that could "dynamite the world" the writer inhabited. He claimed that writing stories was an exercise in freedom and quarreling--out-and-out rebellion, whether or not the writer was conscious of it. And this rebellion, Vargas Llosa reminded his readers, was why the Spanish Inquisition had strictly censored works of fiction, prohibiting them for three hundred years in the American colonies."
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L.L. Barkat |
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Fue entonces cuando tuvo la idea de los espacios salvadores, la idea de que la civilizacion no era, no habia sido nunca un movimiento, un estado de cosas general, un ambiente que abrazara al conjunto de la sociedad, sino diminutas ciudadelas levantadas a lo largo del tiempo y el espacio que resistian el asalto permanente de esa fuerza instintiva, violenta, obtusa, fea, destructora y bestial que dominaba el mundo y que ahora se habia metido en su propio hogar.
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