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

2016: a year in books

  • Me ha marcadoA Little Life, de Hanya Yanagihara (Doubleday).
  • Descubrimiento literario del añoReparar a los vivos, de Maylis de Kerangal (Anagrama).
  • Me ha hecho reír: Heartburn, de Nora Ephron (Vintage).
  • Me ha hecho llorar: Grief is the Thing with Feathers, de Max Porter (Faber).
  • He leído en la playa: Station Eleven, de Emily St. John Mandel (Vintage).
  • He leído escuchando música: Instrumental, de James Rhodes (Blackie Books).
  • He leído en un avión: The Uncommon Reader de Alan Bennett (Faber).
  • Me ha perturbado: Hausfrau, de Jill Alexander Essbaum (Pan Macmillan).
  • Me ha generado preguntas: The Argonauts, de Maggie Nelson (Melville House).
  • Me ha emocionado: Our Chemical Hearts, de Krystal Sutherland (Hot Key Books).
  • He leído sin poder parar: Luckiest Girl Alive, de Jessica Knoll (Simon & Schuster) y Me Before You, de Jojo Moyes (Michael Joseph).
  • Me ha decepcionado: Me llamo Lucy Barton, de Elizabeth Strout (Duomo).

    Cuba, 2016

    (*)You’ve got to read, but you don’t wanna reach the end


Reparar a los vivos

“(…)Algún día tendrá que saber en qué sentido discurre el tiempo, si es lineal o describe las vueltas de un hula-hop, si forma círculos, se enrosca como la nervadura de una concha, si puede adoptar la forma de ese tubo que repliega la ola, aspira el mar y el universo entero en su reverso oscuro, sí, tendría que comprender de qué está hecho el tiempo que pasa.”

Maylis de Kerangal, Reparar a los vivos


Llafranc, 2016

(*)I can’t hold on to an empty space

The Lonely City

“You can be lonely anywhere, but there is a particular flavour to the loneliness that comes from living in a city, surrounded by millions of people.

Cities can be lonely places, and in admitting this we see that loneliness doesn’t necessary require physical solitude, but rather an absence or paucity of connection, closeness, kinship: an inability, for one reason or another, to find as much as intimacy as desired.”

Olivia Laing, The Lonely City. Adventures in the Art of Being Alone


New York, 2015

(*)This will be just places to me now

Something must linger

“She had never entirely let go of the notion that if she reached far enough with her thoughts she might find someone waiting, that if two people were to cast their thoughts outward at the same moment they might somehow meet in the middle.”

“He had an idea—too sentimental to speak aloud and he knew none of his divorced friends would ever own up to it—that something must linger, a half-life of marriage, some sense memory of love even if obviously not the thing itself. He thought these people must mean something to one another, even if they didn’t like one another anymore.”

Emily St. John Mandel, Station Eleven


Cuba, 2016

(*)This is how we walk on the moon


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


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


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


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


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


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


New York, 2015