Our colleague Fernando
House, fresh from the movies with his cardboard suitcase and lustful expression, it becomes the narrative along with this novel NGC. This crazy project (opening editorial in the midst of the storm of the crisis) that the local captains Pily B.
The fact is, well I admit, I can hardly talk about this novel so Fernando and I have taken many turns to this post. As much as I can hardly talk about the things that make my friends, those people you do not find defects and that, precisely because of this, taken by friends. And is that Fernando and I are contemporaries in almost everything. In age, hobbies, vices and hobbies placing us in the past-present perfect equidistance. We are the children of the transition, yogurt, the first color television, the Mazinger Z on the afternoon Saturday and local cinema with Bruce Lee double bill. Also the last generation of children could still play in the streets of Madrid and, curiously, the last to remember the death of Franco. We therefore children saw their parents thought and living testimony to the great disappointment that lived-live-their elders at the hands of the embezzlers of dreams. Of course, represent the first generation of English guys who could effortlessly evade child labor coconut, which has known deficiencies of past or has ever lived a war or its aftermath. People in Transition. Those that are so modern and liberated, we have been forgetting to educate our children properly.
These are, in effect, to deny it. And if the story is not for free thoughtless, but because all this is somehow present in the novel by Fernando House. His first novel (and we must insist on it precisely because it seems).
I'm not the kind that has the argument of the stories that interest me and I tend not to fall into easy gratification, and therefore do not expect that neither of these things now. But I guarantee that if you are of us, if you are us, "Necróparis" you look very close a novel, a story written for you, who speaks of you and with you. A story that makes the fears, successes and failures of a generation flag and terror pretext for an intelligent, approachable, recognizable, genuine and real. Possibly, very real. A story for the campfire, written without bombast, from the lean approach storytelling as it could have a night at any gathering of friends: a love story in midlife crisis and looking back forward. That has a lot of our past, our present, of who we are and what we do not want to be. Of the mistakes we made and we do not want nor can we afford afford to commit. Because there is nothing so terrible as losing what you love, that's what you hold and that you define. The object that you have worked for decades and can be undone in one second by an oversight, a blunder, a mistake, because your life just turns ... Almost never thought anything could happen.
There is no greater fear, after all, that you are not sure if you trust in yourself, or your senses, where appropriate. Yes Fernando's novel is an existential (from within), but we must not forget very dystopian (from outside).
At the same time we face our fears more devious and dangerous (The Jekyll and Hyde), immerses us in a chaotic world, inverse, that is subverted. The world in which below-the lumpen are organized, armed, will revolutionize are fighting for their piece of the pie and get it. The inverted world-perhaps in the near future, in which we, the orderly, well kept and fed, well organized, well served, the top in short, may run the risk of becoming the dispossessed. In the bottom because there must always be someone underneath. Always. At the end of the day all of us, children who have never had to break his face with no one to eat, we have grown in the balm of acquired rights without struggle, without welfare combat, would we be able to win the fight to those who have made a virtue of necessity?
At the same time we face our fears more devious and dangerous (The Jekyll and Hyde), immerses us in a chaotic world, inverse, that is subverted. The world in which below-the lumpen are organized, armed, will revolutionize are fighting for their piece of the pie and get it. The inverted world-perhaps in the near future, in which we, the orderly, well kept and fed, well organized, well served, the top in short, may run the risk of becoming the dispossessed. In the bottom because there must always be someone underneath. Always. At the end of the day all of us, children who have never had to break his face with no one to eat, we have grown in the balm of acquired rights without struggle, without welfare combat, would we be able to win the fight to those who have made a virtue of necessity?
before responding to it well. Fernando Chamber has already done, and I assure you it's scary.
very afraid.
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