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Thanks for writing, Peña

Thank you for flying with me (South America) is the title of the book Fernando Peña left the air as a salute to his readers. Peña was it perhaps because a writer volatile, work (in the traditional sense of the term), which started with some phrases and characters in full flight and ended up with notes in free fall, free, from his column in "Critique." Could hurt and move a sentence or two will suffice to give his histrionics aleve chopped, corrosive, always tender. In his notes, an expression on the fly, the best and most provocative writing: "I'm not gay, I'm a fucking suffered." Will wrote or say? No matter. Gender Peña speakers began by American Airlines as a commissioner on board and that phrase could well resonate in the lips of Truman Capote or the metallic voice of a decline that order "tighten their belts." Peña was turbulent and the turbulence was letter: despotic, genuine, hateful, anarchic. There is a script that suffers in pain and if it is to be "fucking" as repeated, the corresponding validation should be that of a "writing bitch."
In Thank you for flying with me appears only a part of history verbose, the anecdotal, but it is more than enough to put to test its versatility as an improviser and his anguish intact. Pain and word always on edge, as its website ( enelborde.com ), who pushed a little beyond what is permitted, then humor, edge and despair. Perhaps so, but their characters, Peña was verbiage of sensible definitions that can detach, brutal, "Life is like Flavia Palmiero ... Linda and whore. " Or this one: "I transformed into a bourgeois shit that has everything he wants." One of the most frequently remind him: "Susana (Gimenez) I kill me." The last and most genuine, perhaps: "I am a manufacturer of fucking." However, blows up their glittering, there was a narrator in the wild, sensitive to the exasperation that account, which could count in apparent peaceful state, including: "Cristina, mucho gusto. My name is Fernando Peña, I'm an actor, I have 45 years and I am Uruguayan. I am guilty of not guilty if you do not know me, but as they really do not know, because I have no doubt that he must be very busy lately working to make this country succeed, commit the formality of presenting. I always think how hard it must be to manage a country ... I probably work less than half of you and sometimes I find myself stunned by the stress and problems. I have a handful of employees, all billed me and I pay VAT, we will clarify in case, and that sometimes keeps me awake because they are under my responsibility. I imagine you! Many millions of people in charge, what a mess, what weariness! The truth is that I would not be in their shoes. Although I confess that I love cross-dressing, love tacos and some of their shoes are very beautiful. Congratulate her on her taste in dressing. "My life is spent in a fairly normal: work in a range of 7:00 to 10:00, then usually sleep until one lunch at my house. I have an employee named Maria, who is with me fifteen years ago and me and delicious home cooking, though sometimes for lunch outside labor issues. Some days I make it because I have heavy graphics or television notes or tests, tests of clothes, study the script and prepare the agenda for the next day, but usually not too busy I have a life ... "he wrote in an open letter the President of Argentina from his column. It was recalled following the outburst with D'Elia. On that note, in addition to the burning anger that comes after his presentation on "formal" (irony of ironies put a formal quotation Peña), the narrator leaves room for the warm invocation: "I believe, Cristina, Luis is only pretty crazy sometimes mouth is like everyone else. I believe that is so righteous in its effort to impose social justice overflows and goes on a rampage ... "
Sign bite of a story that sums up his act of faith, cutting righteous reading for that writer who also had their memories counter. The writing at night, at dawn, as tattoos on the head: some may see them, others not. Too visible, only he interpreted them. Pena is that this exhibition was also and above all, a formidable writer absent, an authority figure for the show being autoexcluía rather, without ever take seriously. Fortunately for his readers in the forum. Exempt letters, there will be much longer printed book but some wounds check in transvesting he could with the consent of a brutal style, delicate, always unpredictable. Thank you for flying with us, Peña, and thanks for writing something as simple and emphatic as this: "Before yesterday I had to dance again with death up close. He died the father of a friend and I took to the track. Decí I am well versed in dance and ... "

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Merci, mes amis!

Argentina in the 2010 Frankfurt Book Fair

The "South" in support of translations continues to add titles. The city will be translated absent, Piglia (French) The Aleph, Borges (Malay), a Chinese bike, Ariel Magnus (Romanian) death as a side effect of Ana Maria Shua (English), The nights of flowers, Cesar Aira (German) ; The kids disappear, Gabriel Banez (French) and the blue bat sadness, Alfonsina Storni (German). "The Chinese explained that they will invest 500 000 euros in its translation program when we are allocating 250 thousand euros, compared the president of the Organizing Committee. But they have more than 1300 million, compared with nearly 40 million us. "Faillace shakes roles and confirms an important fact about translations Latin American authors in Germany. "Of the 160 books that were published last year in 'other languages', 40 are from Argentina. 25 percent of all Latin American titles translated the Argentine author is German. "President of the Organizing Committee that Berlin take the Parthenon did Martha Minujín books in December '83, when he took Raul Alfonsin. "The idea is to do it in Piazza Seca where the Nazis burned books. Then donate the books to the Institute of American Culture in Berlin, which was founded on the donation of a library Argentina Quesada family, "he explains.

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pseudoscientific reports have fed me

Last week an investigation revealed, among hundreds of students, that young people who are emotionally relations with women "cute" or "very beautiful" are delayed or "dumbing down" in their studies. The same study showed that young women do not do, too: continue with their homework without disregarded. The previous month a university in New Zealand reached the following conclusion: students that are larger than 1.90 are difficult to the humanities. In Dusseldorf, a center of research yielded the following evidence: redheads men are more subject to being abandoned by their partners after four years of marriage relationship or redheads. Profound conclusion. A Canadian research center revealed that individuals who eat lots of peanuts are less likely to develop lymphatic disease. Statistics held in Brussels by a group of researchers noted that people who spend more time on airplanes have, over the years, problems with sleep and suffer from nightmares. Make crosswords, the statistical results made by German scientists in a center of people with Alzheimer's issues, is highly beneficial. The intake of nuts, according to a College of India, promotes cholesterol levels and improves hepatic activity.
Day after day the news reports realize these volatile findings held for alleged research centers and universities to turn their knowledge, studies and advice as extravagant as uncertain results. Readers are bombarded by pseudo-scientific reports that warn of the erotic benefits of chocolate, rice, cabernet sauvignon or eating sunflower seeds. Every now and then for periods, these statements are rolled back and prove otherwise. Eat cereal bars is good, eating granola bars is bad. Destroys wine, the wine helps the heart. A more suggestive of media alerts about community health came from a university in South Korea: green tea antioxidant than previously thought, now would be detrimental to memory. Curious: as if the memory were the ability to remember and not-just-forget. The Nipponese cat eating would be less agile than feed on rice noodles. The monkey has been shown, is the son of man of the future.
The popularization of scientism, as opposed to scientific knowledge, has reached a trivialized such that, rather than applying the common good "is completely devoted to one thing: the media competition. While researchers childish apply to show that women make too much "frighten" the men, other studies have shown that women make appeals to men over forty. This is data that circulate in all media. Day after day it is the broccoli and day after day we must avoid too much boiled broccoli. The same is true of the gestural language, clothing, skin color, beverage, habit of eating meat, carrots, or Basque sausage. Spinach, which was good for Popeye, and energy is worthless.
pseudoscientific reports saturate the network and have gained strong presence in all media. Backed, of course, by health professionals more concerned with their image on camera and loose cables newsrooms for academic rigor of those researchers who, in silence, starvation wages, ignored by most, and even despised even burn the eyelashes in the laboratory experiment and try isolate viruses, bacteria and illnesses that afflict humanity indeed. Every time I read that this or that place of study has proven that optimizes the pregnancy or eggplant is decisive for the eye color of unborn babies, I say from now on I will introduce eggplant in my dog's diet male. That's the value they deserve that kind of information, if one, of course, value your mental health. The concrete
: This insignificant character pseudoscientific media outreach has broken and breaks into every home with an impunity which is difficult to escape or ignore. Anyway, the most conclusive proof of these studies to fart realize what an idiot I can be both issuers and those who attest to conclusive results. And those who spewed. The frivolity seems to have eaten the genuine objectives of some universities and research centers, and call them that. It's pathetic. Some recent studies carried out in Greenland say that those who write newspaper reports as "impressions" are, in eighty percent of the "common sense." Is reassuring. As a reader and true lover of popular science-not-read trout concrete progress made in the UNLP, in our modest and valuable UNLP. A few examples: cholesterol-free foods, gluten-free products, free of impurities milk, bread or food with no preservatives, etc. I write this column with a glass of wine next. Not for the heart, but for fun. Nothing more hygienic and healthy desire. My dog, Tango, looks at me with his blue eyes while devouring their eggplant. Although eating gofio extend our lives.

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From the magazine In March, Banez Gabriel talks about his experience with aliens, says his hair loss treatment and develops the theory of the woman-cake after the U.S. invasion Iraq:

JOURNAL "UP", No. 52, MAY 2009

For Soledad Franco

Who is
Gabriel Banez was born in La Plata 1951. Writer, journalist and director of the Commune Editions. In October 2008 he won with The fissure of Rolando International Award Letter South and although it was an unknown writer (he had been a finalist Juan Rulfo with The circus never dies, his novel The boys disappear was already a film and Culture (Mondadori, 2006) is selling like hotcakes) his reputation grew. The jury composed by Martin Kohan, Claudia Piñeiro and Juan Sasturain, selected his work among a total of 293 candidates submitted from various provinces and abroad.

has long dictated a workshop that has become legendary
, slightly
prestige but also how the legend of gold
: those who experienced it know not to sign
safe about it and those who
have heard the rumor it traced to the office of Prime
floor Pasaje Dardo Rocha from which directs the editorial
to see if there if
starts and when.
I know because I work there and attend calls.
also because I went to that workshop.
The position from which I make these questions
allows me to delve into his past and betraying
some of their secrets and delusions
future projects. I present here a shirt on Banez.

"Some people become writers
uncomplicated paths. Let
Borges, tell that to the six
year-old told his father he wanted to be a writer
and since their environment is like if we draw a line
one point to another with a pencil and a ruler
, where do you come you? When
decide you wanted to write, do you imagine
some way?

- I come from the neighborhood of La Loma, a sausage house street
38 n º 1164, if I remember correctly,
between 18 and 19. Here the stories begin in the family closure
working order
cacophony called parent and kid
a few words that had to wait until the first
came to the door opened and he can go out
insecurity. Many jobs, little
silver. Nobody to watch the kid. Then closure
and books: picture books, a dictionary
pictures, telling stories that were more
drawings. The pictures were clear, the words
not. So for that failure, I think I invented the
. There was a drawing of a glider in
one of these dictionaries and I had attached
a story of a pilot
launched without a parachute to fall right on the plaza of La Loma.
was falling off and quiet. That first story
memory. The pilot had to be me, obviously. The glider was
course and crashed into the church
the neighborhood. I was always a believer. In this
time, we are strict with the times, the gardens
Infants with multicolored small rooms
hardly existed, and had mothers who thought-perhaps wisely-
to deposit
guys in those gardens was like inhuman. Today there
socialization word that fits the circumstances of the creatures
age parlor pink,
say. Therefore: the road was never imagined. Starts at tram
7, imagining stories
through the windows. Learning best
appeared in which we took the tram.
Because the tram was slow.
The school I was sent away and transport
school were for the rich, though not
transport cars were loaded with kids from wealthy families with drivers
.
anxiety starts over.

"They say you started to discuss books in Clarin
force's chair warm reception
area manager, does it?,
Can you tell that story?

"Yes, of course. I was getting little by little.
find out who was in charge of the section,
standing guard, waiting, trying to talk him
. Until they were given the opportunity, book,
two for comment, and so on. Months and months. Nothing
another world, no cronyism. Stubbornness, insistence
. The head of the section, was then called
Culture and Nation, was Fernando Alonso.
A despotic kind of at times endearing, full of kindness
and fears, fears of some
from ignorance, I think. Much hated, much loved, much neglected
. A man without
gray but I opened up the possibility of entering
Clarín and then the chance of autism. But I knew Clarín
great chroniclers, signatures
important, guys like Sábat, Sdrech,
Gregorich et al. There was a certain Rocamora, a certain
Jorge Assisi, who in those years exploded
fame with a book I no sooner entered, Flores stolen
Gardens Quilmes. I had edited a
first or second book on De La Flor, by that
then Tresguerras Captain went to war. Assisi
And when one day someone introduced him to me in writing
, he said, "So you were the Ecuadorian?."
"Why?". "I saw this book out there, and as always Divinsky
American edit,
thought that the author was an Ecuadorian" he said. "Am I
I said, I was born in Quito." He did not like, I think.

- How was your experience with Chronicle?
"He brought something to your writing?, What's true in a gossip
you
paints a performance style by Fabio Zerpa
?

- In Chronicle , very swift. But wanders through piles of essays. The music of those
Olivetti and Lexington
gave me some of the rhythm of writing. There is an old music writing
dogs ran and got an ear
language. Melody is invisible, but
floats like a story of many, almost anonymous, without belonging
because the composition is a story. The contributions of journalism
my detachment
literature must be pure. No story is mine. One is
chronicler of what can only itself. What of the performance,
ja, very well call it, has all of
true.
was abducted in the 80s, riding a

Citroën in the middle of 9 de Julio Avenue, in front
of Public Works. That was a year before the Falklands War
. I crossed a street full
fog and suddenly appeared, with car and all,
amid a bleak, semi
destroyed a city, familiar but strange at the same time.
Rare. No traffic, no people.
then reappeared in the midst of chaos and the car spinning in the
Obelisk. Miro hour and two hours had passed.
Blank, when he was a second experience.
was not alone. My wife, my hand went through the same thing
. Days later I experience
Tu-Sam (father), who hypnotized me. And caught
to perceive a kind of dream about
strangers around me and I
a chip implanted in his right arm. Even I have,
even keep a couple of x-rays in
where it can be identified clearly.
I went through so many newsrooms, as I said, I was always a believer
. I guess I monitor.

- Your first novel came from the Flower
How do you get your publication?

- I managed to edit it because I refused.
When they gave me no, I said, 'but then, how
not going to reject me if I presented the original
wrong, this is not. " The manager at the then-Divinsky
was in exile in Venezuela,
think, "I looked blankly. Before
said something, I clarified that in half an hour I reached the correct original
, who was at another house. In
then the flower will be on the street
Uruguay. So I went down, bought a portfolio of
another color, and half an hour gave the same Enclose original
but blue, say. And
approved, three months I called and signed
contract. Is not the same tone that other, there was no error or negligence
reading.

- How is your relationship with your editors? So how
editor? What criteria do you use to decide that a text
reach
form book and another not?

- Very good, I'm friends with my editors. I have no
a criterion could not have it. I like something, I
looks good, and then give to other reading
. A person in whom I trust as much as
it is my intellectual alter ego, is Soledad Franco. She can
green read, say, me in blue.
a kid I saw trees with blue glass.
critical reading is a chainsaw.

- How many "career" started college,
why did you choose and what led you to leave
?

- I started all four runs and left me. I'm on break
university since
lot. It is an omission. Arts, History, Philosophy and Film
. In the most I lasted was
Film, Fine Arts. Three years.
But all I wanted was
screenplay as a commodity.
I had to leave for work, to a taxi driver, pulp and
official to crafts with chains at soldering and making
lamps, foot racks, sconces, ashtrays,
stuff. Was spot-welded with electrodes
. I had put together a small tallercito
but one day a spark burned it. I lost everything.
always the details that make
spark and encourage the fire. Losing is just that: to spark.

- What other
position held before or in parallel to make a living from writing and books
? If you had not
writer, what would you have liked more
do?

- I painter too, but a home.
dwarf trees grew and walked a while stuck on a farm to raise chickens
.
anything I would have liked to, any frustration. O yes:
priest or psychologist. Someday I'll have a space,
something brief, rather cold with some miniatures and a table
African Lacanian. But it is not
frustration is something that perhaps achievement.
attend by Yoma, a purplish bonus, the
tones are important. As a psychologist would be false
very real, effective, I mean.

- In "The healer darkroom and
" the fissure of Rolando "(for name two titles away in time) are mothers who are dedicated to sewing and
esotericism and bohemian parents, and almost all your novels
is rated one of the main
characters as "dysfunctional" or "bipolar"
" What about your life in your work?

- I am a dissociated, not the way Balzac, but in a sense
Banez. And what he writes Banez,
gives me my self, is sewing, basting, stitching. Coso
to the outside as my mother wrote to
outside as well. My tribute to sewing is: what do
fucked, as she said when
was active. My life at work is a raglan sleeve
not like him, a defective flap. I got a young
insulin shocks to make me
to reason, and those kind and warm
retain sessions bipolarity,
not a condition but as a feeling agamic: Banez
Banez sees walking through a garden-day visits
as he looks out the window of his room
8, remember the number. Then
plum jam to raise the sugar. The ornate tea, hair pulling Robertito
a clip
and moaning voices of others, Farias,
saying he was in there for "an error
infamous blood of Christ. " Farias gave masses
snapshots, at any time.
A nurse explained that she was schizophrenic. But I knelt and prayed when Farias
made the sign of the cross
. More than a believer, as I have said and repeated
, I devotee.

-In several recent reports that gave
argue that "Mother and father is
language is writing", can you explain this
sentence?

- Yes, I came into the world and mother was waiting for me,
shape of words, language style. Then
father abandoned us and I began to write.

- Almost all writers often have
tips and recipes, some as Quiroga, Pynchon or Cheevert
,
share them with your readers: What would your
decalogue for those who want to hold the office?

- No decalogue. If a phrase stolen from
Montherlant that says you have to write as if you were dead
and other spirited to
Banez counseling never make a good hand.
We are all losers, that. We know from the
.

- I know you have at hand
two new writing projects, a new novel and a book in collaboration
the relationship
woman cake I'd like you
speak at length about it.

- The book tells how Hitler planned
came to our country. And how hundreds, thousands,
worshiped him unknowingly. It is not fiction at all.
is part of the information work of a spy who worked
with a female contact in Bariloche. But
Bariloche city is not reliable. Contacts
less. The other project you might call
cake woman, and that there is a cosmological and ontological
between women and cakes.
We're going to write with Luis Chitarroni, he understands
and I assume that if the U.S. invades and
invaded Iraq, some of it can be explained and remedied
leek pie. There are many varieties
explain the origin of
things, spinach and ham and eggs, for example. The cake is
recipients, supports the theory
vulgar ham and cheese as much as
anxiety in modern societies. But is the woman who only has
namely the notion of how
tarteril the world and where we go.
onion and cheese, for example, is one of the few
accepted by men.
our ignorance regarding the knowledge acquired by women in
millennia of humanity is incredible, just have to see
flanges, the circularity of this knowledge
essential.

- If you're autoentrevistando what
you ask?

- If I were interviewing, what do you ask?

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No parachute was not enough to leave something in the photo

Fortunately, this piece was never awarded. Pure coincidence: neither has sent it to the competition. Precisely. I wrote the day after the suicide of my friend, JCP. Yesterday I found it. Or vice versa. Suicide bombers are people friendly, close. There are few words to hand to my absent brother and friend, I repeat in my ear, like a litany, in the days alone and sad. Sontag insisted: "Most of the narrators of today are afraid of emotion." I am not afraid. Neither the new dedications. I add today, I do not know why, one, two more: Miguel Angel Munoz and Magilla. I do not know and reiterate the adverb: precisely.


In the frame are four smiles in front and behind the basilica, parts bare of trees, people in the background, a cloud. I did not know who lived this photo, not remembered. You can never know the things that exist are many. But there we were and that we remain, the four: he, me, my mother and father. We have a photogenic gesture, makes family, and cold. More than thirty years. The scene there, was done to this black and white, for this look than thirty years later. We I have on hand. I move the picture and we all move, we are united in stiffness. Now we are united in remembering that we know. These things I understand, sure. It's cold on glossy paper, we have overcoats and Jorge has a green scarf and what once was called a coat, crossed, to just above the knees. Above my head up the final curve of the dome and a little higher should be the cross. I see that curve, but the photo does not exist, the basilica is straight lines. It will be one insists on things that are not. I think Now, with photo in hand. But I do not understand, so many things that are above one's gaze. Happiness never could make anyone happy, eh, George? That would have said. But I could not, I was late. We are always
afternoon of all things, the same world we are late. When I discovered this photo I did not know existed. It's weird, I discovered and he committed suicide the next day. They said they sat on a bench in the central city square and was sent a shot in the head. A shiver would have said, but the diminutive put him at the end, went to the nochecita. So they said. I thought, why she was crying. Is that when I discovered the photo I began to mourn. A cry quiet, soft, as if a memory is put to mourn.
Now I stubbornly with the photo: the move, we move, the twist and turn. But crying is not listed. Would have to be that appearance. Did it rain this morning in the picture? I do not remember. People are Flies: today and tomorrow we are too. But not the same, others. What happened was that the flies live as identical, so little. We I have on hand and put on upside down. The tiles that surround the basilica are the sky. Nothing serves the sentence. Why was I to find this photo and he was killed the next day? Marlene think I can get ahead of the facts. Maybe. But it is ahead, is to stay still and let facts come to you.
The facts: a picture, a gesture, a sound, a feeling, a color, a bank, nochecita. The nearest are the supernatural. This must be understood. Now I look at it upside down and I realize. He's looking quick camera is an arch smile, a shame just at the click. He was always in a hurry. We saw six or seven months, hear us, to get us. I think we knew we were living well. We drank a gin and we remembered us. We were bringing the neighborhood children. Remember? Always the same question. Remember? But they brought us was to become. Never again that ignorance. He looked at me from the bottom of the cup and I was lying. Me too. We told lies to chat. Then he drove fast, and with shame, but shame was mine: I was a fugitive. One afternoon I said it. With those words. I added more words to comfort him. It is ridiculous to bring words. He is not left over and killed himself. Had a few that I remember. But I'm not going to say, are sacred: he killed them. It was a crime to nochecita, suicides have these jokes.
The picture grows. In the basilica came out two towers on each there is a clock. Are a quarter past three in the afternoon. O'clock. It's time we started to look at us. The two clocks have the same devotion accuracy. A miracle time. What had gone to the Basilica? A grateful. It is an irony that the Virgin did a miracle, he could achieve it, that APSA a miracle. Miracles are commonplace and object of worship. In the streets and in the words there santeros, smells, screaming and scandal venerable faith. Jorge was the chapel of political activism. The screen. Jargon rose to her lips when least expected. The jargon was not to think, to not be sad. I do not deceived: he thought not and said yes. I say think, a word of faith. Thought is a small altar. Political religion is not enough. Do you remember, George? All life I strive to be atheist. You can not. You see the picture and think. Myself, and I listen to Marlene. No output with faith. Many years of friendship and one proof: this pic of shit, shit almost four embraced.
I sometimes wonder what life will be from another body, whether it will be the same. A little above the photo watches over. There is air, but is exhausted. I see two needles that have to exist, it must exist. A little behind the photo we were at this time. Marlene is pure intellect and hate the pictures. You do not have any when I was Marlene. Marlene: I repeat the name and diluted, is lost. The names make people: people are getting used to his roots and endings, the arbitrary meaning of each letter and sound. There are names that end running on their hosts. The bed is the letter of Marlene. Looking
is reversed: tired but not finished. The more you look, the more is. The look is a fervor. And the fervor is what makes real things. You speak always, Marlene. The four who are in the picture I look in the emulsion. I myself look at it from there. The space is lost, it is necessary to lower eyelids.
was like this: you are almost doubled in the bank. Next door is a blue bag. I see things in the bag for the gaze of others: a hotel soaps, a pink towel with a line of red stitching, a brown comb, a revolver 22 short. I do not see is the green scarf, similar to the one you had thirty years ago in the photo. It is rare, it should be. There are also loose bullets, little bullets for the night and a document. Despair are those crumbs, but if they passed a notice would say that this is a survival kit. Do not laugh. Now comes when you join up the bullet. No trial. The bank has no backup. The bag goes to ground. Yes, a shiver. I do not know why you laugh thirty years later.
The photo shows modesty. I have to add some pigeons in the making, two or three, pecking on the ground. The pigeons are another test of faith, but tourism. Sacred places are like that. Not blind faith, are eyes I always grow. But there's more. Some speak of intuition, some of conscience. I do not: the air of the frame appears miraculously. And an earthquake. Before that things are always a tremor of things. I know that.
The quake was a Friday. I can hardly explain it, was so natural. I am sitting, stirring compulsively in the old carved wooden chest. That was not me, but it was there, on the edge, quick hands between family roles and jewelry. The Family: Marlene, Marlene's mother, the grandmother of Marlene. The cult of blood lives on in a brooch, a cameo, in three or four beads on a string that came from Belgium and saved to forget in a chest. The family is a vagina that does not give up. No nothing more dangerous than a family. Brooches, pins exploded in memory.
So I went at night, on the surface of the dresser, next to the carved wooden chest. It was something I called to find the photo, I do not know why, and then that feeling of get away. I walked away, I think. I went to bed. Marlene was asleep, it was like trying to get out of that time. I checked my watch: twelve twenty. That was when she began to cry memory without any explanation, on its own, and I began to see, right next to the chest, the figure of a family that did not surrender. I tried to turn me, I could not: there was a clear space silhouette looking at me. No was a dream, that was beside the dresser and chest. As an outline of the foot. Do you remember, George? Time in a carbon copy, a coloring book. So I trace the image from the coloring book he had lent me and that I had broken. Yes, of course, how will you remember not. I owe it, even today. And I feel birth or loss for the loss because they are words that I have.
The family that does not give me still watching from the clarity of those days. I would love to have them, standing on a smile. Marlene and I shook the scene progressed. For a moment I could see the inside. I repeat what I saw was a diminutive version of suicide. At that time he pulled the sheets Marlene and muttered something that was not enough to get in the shot. That's why I keep
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Funny how the world of masks may bother some people from the political, the political, the political environment, the "virtuous circle? policy. Mask means between a person and not another middle distance. Oh yes: the faint path can be established between image and reality that so-called controversial. Although strictly speaking there is not, today's reality picture. Nothing to differentiate, unless split. The "pattern of concealment" is no longer in the media, does not even count.
Why, then, bother? In the childish Big Brother in Law has floated Marcelo Tinelli, a brilliant management of popularity as a common place, there are some characters, call it, the country's political spectrum. That: a specter. And the ghost media representation exposes the power of the imago on the screens. Is what you get, say the direct voice of the street. The burlesque, caricature by, naked characters with twists, phrases, gestures resources reiterating ad nauseam known, the obvious. But the evidence does not show, obviously, but overstated. The bold, recursive note ad nauseam. In this very poor performance, almost a jam of banality, nothing, very little to highlight. Only makeup. And some dancing. What can bother
then? And who or who is uncomfortable? It seems incomprehensible. Farce that distorts even the gallery of Great Cuñado school is however a tolerance test for some. Difficult to digest. Not understood. Masks are people, the cartoon would say the teacher is Menchi Sábat-art of silence. Stroke also fine, subtle, ironic. What it lacks this weak Big brother. Best keep quiet, put a bandage on his lips. Or in the eyes, known nominee. Because always, it should be recalled, the image is prior to the vote.

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heard (on Radio Continental) that according to WHO projections one third of humanity could become infected with the virus. This deserves a typical survey D'Alessio-Irol for Clarín: Do you think that will undergo the pig virus? 1) No, because I bought a mask of triple filter. 2) No, because I'm healthy and I believe in our Lord. 3) Who knows, in the end of something dies. 4) Yes, because I fight any pandemic. 5) I have no idea about anything. 6) Do not know, but I'm not lying as safe from a virus worse.

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And if they were politicians who, by law, were required to wear masks? I started thinking about this nonsense by the same law, that of nonsense, and to the unusual demand for masks by the public. In the pharmacies no longer remain. Psychosis before the swine flu threat depleted stocks. But what if they were politicians who should use them? Not everyone, of course, but a huge majority. Would not it be a way to preserve the virus lies, double standards, of unfulfilled promises? If some politicians will use mask, I suppose, would be less contaminated empty language. To begin, we would avoid receiving platitudes like "we're working on that." Or: "let's get to the end." Free us of the speeches that mention "with clean hands." Or the tapes that repeat: "This government belongs to all and for all." If certain policies use the chinstrap before speaking, the air would be less addicted, less crowded places common, an eloquent rhetorical devices based on empty words. But, of course, politicians should talk. They must convince. They convey promises and adhesions. And for that, nothing better than talking a lot without saying that politicians will use nada.Si mask, I believe, would be less dedicated to language in drag, even, and more compelled to action. Talk less, do more. Officials that work, not talk, discuss or give mere descriptions of a reality known to all. With chinstrap political violence would be less verbal, less attacks and denials. Less simulation discursive and perhaps more works. Concrete, not the word. It's that simple. It is an absurd idea, of course, and a little biased on my part. It's easy attributable to certain political monopoly of deception. Many of us, ordinary citizens, we should also use the chinstrap before speaking. Because the lie as social virus is circulating in all areas and levels. It belongs to all. The good and instructive of this virus is that it, eventually, lethal. Ends up killing their hosts. Are the first to fall. With or without mask. For there lies antiviral worth.

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Cholera, dengue fever, swine flu, avian flu, malaria, yellow fever, Evola ... The names of the plague can be several, may even mutate and, above all, be increasingly resistant to the responses of science to halt their advance. But not all belong to the order of science. When Albert Camus publishes
Plague (1947), makes following the dictates of a moral, humanitarian, claiming the values \u200b\u200bof solidarity in extreme conditions can emerge. And the states. But also exposes its opposite: in Cottard, one of the characters that inhabit the Oran in 1940, hit by the epidemic, manifest the traits of a wretch who uses the tragedy to escape the pursuit of justice. Who tells the story, we know at the end of the novel, is the doctor, Bernard Rieux. Among Cottard and outpatient Rieux a character full of meaning: Paneloux, the priest, who deposited the Christian faith in his cautious optimism. Any fever keeps a Bible in their dominance sense, stronger than even viral. But it is not appealing to God as we can get rid of it.
The allegorical meaning of the plague in Oran, however, could lead to numerically: the first dead rats can be counted, then, as they increase, are countless. But, unlike some official figures are reliable. When I first read the novel first imagined that those rats represented something like the sins of man, the symbolic side of the Algerian writer and detours designated evils on this earth. Today I'm not so sure. Book rats probably have a different reason, superior even to that of my first and enthusiastic reading. That rats are rats and no more than that, rats. And guests of the animal world and done, let us. Only we, the virus called man.

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Dialogue alone with Gabriel Banez
By Augusto Munaro / Special to

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offers in today's edition an interview with the author of the novel "The fissure of Rolando," recently won a contest Literary Award Letter Sur International Novel. "

writer and journalist Gabriel Banez (La Plata, 1951), it's who recently won the literary competition "International Fiction Prize South lyrics, organized by the Group Day of the province of Chubut and publisher The Athenaeum, the book "The fissure of Rolando." The jury composed by Martin Kohan, Claudia Piñeiro and Juan Sasturain, selected his work among a total of 293 candidates submitted from various provinces and abroad, besides giving subsequent publication, the sum of 50 thousand pesos.
"The fissure of Rolando", is a medical term for locate the brain region that separates the front parietal lobe, and also is the name of the protagonist of the novel. Divided into two parts: the first deals with the unique childhood and adolescence of the character, that being prevented from talking, learning shorthand to communicate. The second and final part of the story, takes the vicissitudes of Rolando, and adult and engineer, after going to a Lacanian therapy, whose hilarious results make this book a satire of unquestionable value. Author of a dozen novels, Banez is also a columnist for "The Day" and is in charge of the literary section of the newspaper. Own a sparse style, his writing is given to a very particular expressive plasticity. At other times sober and cynical, the novel does represent much more than the grotesque adventures of an aphasic. There are echoes of Swift Banez, Arturo Cancela, of Bernardo Jobson. A caustic humor that makes her writing deeply human, it lays bare its defects strictly educational nonprofit. The book provides, in turn, the picture of an entire society and historical period, the current Argentina to legarnos above all, a subtle tribute to the language.
- What prompted you to write "The fissure of Rolando" in first person and a player who loses speech?
- The first person of Roland is the tare. Let note that one perspective, narrative is not a technical matter of conscience if not: where I stand in relation to what they'll tell you how much of me is involved, how far I am or how it affects me, and so on.
- Rolando's silence, language disorder or illness, is symbolic in more ways than one?
- Everything is symbolic, the language itself is spelling and command designator. Tropics or involving transfer language also acquires new designations reference. Vulgar words that designate things and then mutate: bullet, we think. But if someone says "that guy is bullet or pellet," well, things change. Now in Rolando the suspected disorder becomes negative connotation in those around him. The character, upside down, than from other languages.
-Draws attention to addressing the solvency concepts of electricity, shorthand and neurology. Did some research work for this?
- No, no idea. Word: I have no idea what an electron or an electromagnetic cell. That no knowing what women applied to the character because nobody does not know what is a woman. And as we know it's late. Men are always late for everything.
- In his particular humor characteristic of his writing, what exactly is the share of cynicism?
- The share of cynicism, I have said, I becomes unbearable. I, however, be assessed on achievement and take it easy installments daily, sometimes monthly. It depends. That makes it bearable. However, it is part of my vulnerability, the type that I am extremely precarious. Humor is my appeal to the desperate poor.
- Banez, is Rolando bitter, paranoid, you can describe your personality?
- Rolando is a fatally naive character, notes of resentment that can warn you are kicking some common places: models or actresses who adopt children in Nairobi. Mockery, Rolando of the second part, the transfer to our border with Bolivia. Disgusts me that people are moved de a ratos ante la miseria. Como la paranoia: Rolando es “de a ratos paranoico”. En esencia, no obstante, yo diría que es un ingenuo.
- En un pasaje de la novela, el protagonista dice “uno jamás escribe lo que quiere decir ni dice lo que verdaderamente siente”. ¿Comparte usted esa afirmación?
- Sí, la comparto de a ratos. No siempre uno dice lo que dice ni tampoco lo que siente. Cree estar diciéndolo. Ese convencimiento o noción es la mayor trampa del lenguaje. Somos víctimas del lenguaje, él nos construye así como nos retiene. Nos moldea y nos hace creyentes. La mejor trampa del lenguaje es idéntica a la del diablo. Pero convivimos con él, y más: madre es lenguaje, father is writing.
- you once said that writing "The fissure of Rolando" quietly learned to doubt his self referential. Why?
- Discreetly I learned to doubt the self referential because there is nothing more liar than me. Perhaps the most pure fiction in the strict sense of the term lato are autobiographies. You say or write me and let the brand and initiation of lying, of language. The writing, the mask.
- Winning this award would condition in some way, his writing future works?, Why?
- I do not think: I always write and re-turning dysfunction. I do not think me that the prize becomes functional at all. Then, you write what you can. I envy those who can write about anything. Those are real writers. I'm just a disassociated pointer that tells me, Gabriel Banez, say. Although the names end up running on their hosts.
- When you wrote the book, what were the priorities considered essential to preserve and explore?
- The failure of writing, some cracks that sensed and left intact during the correction process. Conversation with José Donoso, he said: "There are fault lines that appear in writing and these are true, they should be left intact." I believe it. For those areas breathes the text, more organic, anarchic failed and the novel, in this case. That's why I admire so much as a minor writer John Fante: he leaves his failure to look at, the stitching, basting. Let's say I'm a dumb son of Fante.
- The novel helped him refine his stance towards Lacanian therapy?
- The novel is a nuance. I have no position on the Lacanian therapy. I think, yes, a wonderful literature. But there is cynicism in this statement, on the contrary. There is admiration. The rigor of Lacan is born to have found cracks, faults in the language. To me, they work. And because they do perform admirably vulgarity, his son here, and oral literature epigonal fascinatingly over here.
- In an interview you said that his novels were related to the dysfunction that lies throughout the culture. Could you explain why?
- Because culture is the disease.

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In April last issue of Le Monde Diplomatique "Osvaldo Gallone critical signs The fissure of Rolando. The reproduce:


During the first part of the novel, Roland writes because he can not speak (aphasia strange has left him mute), the second part, speaks to translate in recording oral writing a hilarious ( alternative therapy with licensed character Danilo Moran). If one accepts that the books talk to each other (Inevitable exchange any relationship recognized under the influence or academic deliberate intertextuality), this novel remains a fruitful dialogue Banez and fluid with the best stories of Isidore Blaisten and happiest moments of his only novel (The Night) . The fissure of Rolando shows full-and if you need to do-that the novel is essentially an operation where the explanation is language and innuendo harmful raises a beneficial effect and multiplier. In the first part, the author does not need to define an epochal framework, it suffices to recall some words of his own childhood: "engañapichanga" Corso " "Menhaden." The second part is crossed by the varieties of psychoanalytic jargon and impeccable parody. Banez's novel is a grotesque notable that dwells on the jargon, but to neutralize the instrumentation, which boasts a clear prose that essentially builds a character played and believable: Rolando. It would be unfair not to mention that some scenes played between Roland and his therapist in the second part of the book are memorable, considering that Rolando is a gullible and compliant patient, and that his therapist is defined as part of the current "Lacanian- Peronist. "

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In short, then I sat opposite me. Imagined, believed, you were watching, studying. Yes, it is possible. But what else: I also did the same. Pass it easy, as the table of two. Do not get mad, it's my way a little sneaky, cat, as they say. If you did report, go a little-well-behind: May 2008, do you like? It's Friday night, your puppet with bulging eyes began to muttering in his ear. Muttering, you know what it is muttering and then a biliary colic? No? You should have learned to reason at this point. Yes, I know, you learned jogging, but with a little late, I think. A little. To help: ñata night say. Je je. Some time later, he said, I sat opposite me. Error, these things are not done with a cat. Poor, you were with what you thought an advantage. A childish advantage. He had not, never was. What things are. How they change. Now I'm back, sentadito and serene. Kissing too. But in the neck. Or to put it more properly: playing with the black. With the black chess pieces. And not even started.

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Text Juan Becerra for submission of the fissure in the Ateneo de La Plata

only thing that makes sense is what is not working, what is wrong, incomplete, what is not understood. It is a principle that holds a bañeciano general idea about literature: literature is imperfection. It is made with the imperfection and horizon-no matter where-is imperfect. The fissure of Rolando is proof of this principle. But here the flaw is biological. There is a fissure in Rolando, a breakdown of the functional perfection (an opening which in fact imperceptible appears as an abyss) that gives Gabriel Banez or artistic treatment
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Text Michael Russo to the presentation of the fissure in the Ateneo de La Plata

As another fissure if Gabriel could start saying "write I can not speak. " But it would be quite dishonest. Should read, write, I begin a novel with this sentence and I won this hand. From this moment, the moment of reading, I can only mimic the words, academic posturing and talk of palimpsest or stop writing. While I decide one of three ways, I follow the reading. Read
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Elvio E. Writer Gandolfo published in the latest edition of the magazine "News" criticism of The fissure ... under "Chronicle silence." Read here.

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Many people take it with irony or skepticism the technique of regression hypnosis past life. It's his right. However, as a therapeutic resource, we should admit that at times has given good results, if not amazing, and that a growing number of therapists and doctors use this technique for healing the patient. Brian Weiss has sufficient authority described his experience in this field. His books are best-sellers in most of the world and its readers fans at all costs. Of course, nothing is unanimous and there are always detractors. I must confess, was one of them. Every time I spoke to undergo a session of past life, I laughed. That is until recently, following a series of nightmares atrocious, I decided to try. In nightmares I saw college writing love poems and sending them to my former classmates in elementary school. Pathetic. I made due inquiry: "A typical case of emotional behavioral regression," said the therapist. Then he asked: "What was school?". I hesitated. I had missed three. But I chose the first, the old St. Michael School, which faced the street 57, near the Forest. "Bilingual behavioral regression, a disgrace," said the therapist with a grimace of disgust.
The first session was nice: I went back to the old tram 7, hair gel and jopito. The second, not so much. It was the bold Sloop, was in 1824, and they shot me without disgust. My last words I remember, were: "I die relatively happy and even positive, we vatido the enemy." Shake, sleep, go with v short. The third regression was the most traumatic of all, it was Nero, wanted to burn Rome, Liceo Victor Mercante, and had no matches or lighter or anything. To make matters worse, stop stations. It was then that I approach my lieutenant, the poet Gaius Petronius Jorginho, and says: "Perón, Perón, what idol you are." At this point in the regression therapist deshipnotizó me short: "O you are an idiot or has serious historical problems. " "I do not understand," I said. "M'hijo, confuses dates, names change, disaster, the spelling above ...." "So?". "And nothing, has to return to the nightmares of the primary." Then he stood a while thinking, with a stern expression, to which he reacted: "What I told the little poems he wrote for his former classmates from elementary school?". "In power-point, the sending e-mail and attachment." He rubbed his chin up: "My God," he cried, fat regression, there is no cure for that excuses! ".

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Then came Nuni, at five. I presented it. Skinny, tall, bony and distrustful. They put together some tools, kept indoors and Nuni said: "We will wait for the micro." "The close," I said. "No, we like the mic. Come away, but got off before. The bus trip, said "we should, we make it shorter."

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Yesterday, despite the rain, was a bright day: we started the formwork. Filled with concrete bases and concrete. Walrus wrote in wet cement something, do not read what, with what looked like a pencil or eyeliner. He brought the car, the floor of his old battered Peugeot. I threw three or four dimes and Nuni Pike asked. "What Nuni?" I asked. He laughed mockingly. Opened two tetra noon and waited for Mayor Master Builder. When he arrived he spoke with Pike, two or three minutes, alone. Pike gestured. After Mayor Master Works Walrus approached and said, "Go back to load, you have to let it drop, slowly." Pilotines charged to fill and left. I said, was a bright day. Hummingbird or news. I would have liked to see him, haunting, drawing perfect circles. But no. When you least expect it, the better.

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law sorrow is like the law of gravity: only break the hummingbirds. Again yesterday that came every afternoon, on time, at six. Weeks that I was not here. But this time he did something unusual: he stopped, gave me two laps around, and one meter in the air brackets, stood staring at me in the eyes. Several seconds was well. We watch as two old familiar silhouettes. Then he walked away. And nothing happens that sometimes delirious. Or I talk. Or I hear sounds in the bedroom, the kitchen. The law of gravity suspends with hummingbirds. If I explain to Master Major Work, kills me. And with reason, asshole. The only thing he asks is stone and cement stone, cement and lime.

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Some people do not know how to interpret signs, signals much less. In case, if one utters a word in September 2008 and that word is recorded as an "honest mistake", no return: imagine an inadvertent error. Although reverse play hundreds of times. believe detonated by chance, blindly believe. But maybe not, who knows. Maybe, it's a possibility, do not discard-one was already on site , clearing the ground, limiting, measuring and marking, say. A month later, in October the same year, comes the joke: "heh heh." Thus, dry, sarcastic and so minor, "Je je", as such, quotation marks. The fun stomping ground the beginning of the demolition. Okay, I have no choice. I accept it with resignation, even with infinite sadness. Once again the arrogance, the tone and conceited grin. I envy, mediocrity, failure, resentment, gross misspellings and lack of personal initiative. Much more I think, but never in power point. Are true that I have to prune, clean, fumigate. However, in the midst of pre-adolescent regression and vulgar, I have a question. A single question I "your idol? Yes?