Ficciones

"This was another of our fears: that Life wouldn't turn out to be like Literature"

The Girls

“So much desire, at that age, was a willful act. Trying so hard to slur the rough, disappointing edges of boys into the shape of someone we could love. We spoke of our desperate need for them with rote and familiar words, like we were reading lines from a play. Later I would see this: how impersonal and grasping our love was, pinging around the universe, hoping for a host to give form to our wishes.”

Emma Cline, The Girls

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Bologna, 2016

(*)A head full of dreams

A Little Life

“The only trick of friendship, I think, is to find people who are better than you are -not smarter, not cooler, but kinder, and more generous, and more forgiving- and then to appreciate them for what they can teach you, and to try to listen to them when they tell you something about yourself, no matter how bad -or good- it might be, and to trust them, which is the hardest thing of all. But the best, as well.”

Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life

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Brazil, 2015

(*)Sitting with the poison takes away the pain.

El amor dura tres años

“Nadie se plantea estas preguntas: ¿Hemos aprovechado la vida lo suficiente? ¿Deberíamos haber vivido de un modo distinto? ¿Estamos con la persona adecuada, en el lugar adecuado? ¿Qué nos ofrece este mundo? Desde el nacimiento hasta la muerte, conectamos nuestra existencia a un piloto automático, y hace falta una valentía sobrehumana para cambiar de rumbo.”

Frédéric Beigbeder, El amor dura tres años

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Lyon, 2016

(*)Te acuerdas de mí por fin.

Dept. of Speculation

“If I had to sum up what he did to me, I’d say it was this: he made me sing along to all the bad songs on the radio. Both when he loved me and when he didn’t.”

Jenny Offill, Dept. of Speculation

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Barcelona, 2016

Especies de espacios

“De hecho, tal como explica Perec en Especies de espacios, cada detalle de un lugar en el que fijemos nuestra atención es ya una narración en miniatura y, por tanto, toda novela es, en cierto modo, infinita.”

Enrique Vila-Matas, Marienbad eléctrico

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París, 2016

The End of the Story

“And every idea had to be written down, on any piece of paper at all, at a shopping list, in a checkbook, in the margins and blank pages of a book I was reading. It had to be written down so that I would not forget it, even though I knew later some of these ideas wouldn’t seem worth remembering. And I was not always quick enough to write the thought down on paper and knew I had lost it and couldn’t recover it, and was aware of that as though it were a blank space on a page. I would have been even sorrier if I hadn’t known that each thought was accidental anyway.”

Lydia Davis, The End of the Story

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New York, 2015

The Mother of All Questions

“The problem may be a literary one: we are given a single story line about what makes a good life, even though not a few who follow that story line have bad lives. We speak as though there is one good plot with one happy outcome, while the myriad forms a life can take flower – and wither – all around us.”

Rebecca Solnit, The Mother of All Questions

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Barcelona, 2016

The story of women

“The story we are told of women is not this one.
The story of women is the story of life, of foundering into another. A slight deviation: longing into founder and being unable to. Being left alone in the foundering, and taking things into one’s hands: rat poison, the wheels of a Russian train. Even the smoother and gentler story is still just a modified version of the above.”

Lauren Groff, Fates and Furies

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Barcelona, 2016

(*)Cerramos aeropuertos, desviamos los aviones del perdón

2015: a year in books.

  • Me han marcado: Middlesex, de Jeffrey Eugenides (Bloomsbury) y The Secret History, de Donna Tartt (Penguin).
  • Descubrimiento literario del año: la tetralogía napolitana de Elena Ferrante- La amiga estupenda, Un mal nombre, Las deudas del cuerpo, La niña perdida (Lumen).
  • Me ha hecho reír: Sheila Levine está muerta y vive en Nueva York, de Gail Parent (Libros del Asteroide).
  • Me ha hecho llorar: Apropiación indebida, de Lena Andersson (Alfaguara).
  • He leído en la playa: Tantos días felices, de Laurie Colwin (Libros del Asteroide).
  • He leído escuchando música: Things The Grandchildren Should Know, de Mark Oliver Everett (Abacus).
  • He leído en un avión: Bilbao-New York-Bilbao de Kirmen Uribe (Seix Barral).
  • Me ha perturbado: Lolita, de Vladmir Nabokov (Penguin Modern Classics).
  • Me ha generado preguntas: The Empathy Exams, de Leslie Jamison (Graywolf Press).
  • Me ha emocionado: Tiny Beautiful Things, de Cheryl Strayed (Atlantic Books).
  • He leído sin poder parar: Soy Pilgrim, de Terry Hayes (Salamandra) y The Girl On The Train, de Paula Hawkins (Doubleday).
  • Me ha decepcionado: The Rosie Effect, de Graeme Simsion (Penguin).
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Barcelona, 2015

(*)Es un parpadeo, un rápido destello

 

Not that kind of girl

“You will find, she says, that there’s a certain grace to having your heart broken.
I will use this line many time in the years to come, giving it as gift to anyone who needs it.”

Lena Dunham, Not That Kind of Girl

 

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London, 2015


(*)Neon heart, day-glow eyes