Friend Biedermann, David G. Baker has published a novel is not something that will surprise us either, well I know, among other things because David spends his life writing and writing so much, it was logical thing sooner or later give birth in length. Nor surprisingly, of course, that this novel, "The old papers," is a tribute to our beloved novels in a harder, because David is certainly one of the people who has devoted more time to know and study, one of the guys in this country we know most of the material handled, yellow pulp, which is so patriotic, one of the men who know most about the life and work of the ineffable writers who were behind those high-sounding pseudonyms ... Curtis Garland, Clark Carr, Silver Kane, Keith Luger ... Types
"I tell them, brother Biedermann, to which I appreciate what they are worth as it was with them, and my grandfather Amancio, devouring novels unrepentant to hard and deep knowledge of every corner of literature don Marcial Lafuente, that I, as a child, I went deeper into the stormy world of adult books without pictures ... But before succumbing to untimely and unclear memory of my childhood, I was talking about something else, "the study and to know our David. Tasks sediment left, drives generate and print needs at that time is always just giving way in one way or another.
"I tell them, brother Biedermann, to which I appreciate what they are worth as it was with them, and my grandfather Amancio, devouring novels unrepentant to hard and deep knowledge of every corner of literature don Marcial Lafuente, that I, as a child, I went deeper into the stormy world of adult books without pictures ... But before succumbing to untimely and unclear memory of my childhood, I was talking about something else, "the study and to know our David. Tasks sediment left, drives generate and print needs at that time is always just giving way in one way or another.
Biedma Believe, and now is the teacher and not the friend who is permitted by the license once appear: knowledge of something is a thirst for such peculiar, strange, that only entered, and collecting grows when you have drunk before. And much, I know, drunk David G. in this haven of - small? - literature kiosk. While his old papers, that come from the hand of NGC editorial fiction, even start a collection with a pint of hard (good job, Felideus), short form, concise, and the author likes it because he knows that.
All this we know, friend Biedermann. Sure. You, me, and the many who know and appreciate the great David G. Baker for being who he is, by doing things you do and how you do them. What we could not think who we face the adventure of the birth, expansion and publication-full of chances and controversy as is normal among humans, the story told in "Old papers" (and which, as I usual, I will not give even half a clue) is that David, the big guy with a voice like thunder and hands you tend to aizkolari offline imagine skulls mercilessly outside a nightclub, was to immerse a sensitive account of emotional geographies and debts sentimental threshed over their pages without falling into the temptation of cheap melodrama.
is true. It should not be surprised when the best ballads are always in the heavy-rock records and, quite possibly, the most moving pages that one can enjoy in the wild pens, unruly and undisciplined people like Capote, Faulkner and Mailer. What else to expect then the temperament of a convicted and confessed fan of the great Lucio Fulci as is David? ... As hinted sweet caress of "Old papers," wanted Biedermann. A beautiful novel, small, juicy, extent, lean on the words but deep in content, that speaks very well of the author (and who edits of course), who is in his whys. Nice to read and think. A novel that reminded me, that reminds me why I am friend, I should say we are, David G.
to reread and rethink.
To start the new year, believe me, all the better old papers.
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