Monday, August 22, 2022
Astonishing hidden-Modernist novel written in the 1920s by the Guatemalan Miguel Angel Asturias, but only published after political exile in 1946. One of those books that might have made a different historically had it been published in its own time.
Cesaire described Asturias as "a mountain perennially green, on the horizon of all mankind. [xiv]
The prisoners continued walking by. To be them, and not to be the onlookers so happy not to be prisoners. [xxix]
"I'm the Apple-Rose of the Bird of Paradise, I'm life, and half my body is a lie, the other half truth... I am the lie in every truth, the truth of all fiction.' 
"You'll either die or go blind reading." 
"Sir, he couldn't bear the two hundred lashes because he died first. "
She took comfort in remembering her son. She imagined him still in her womb. Mothers never completely empty of their children. 
When fingers tremble bonelessly, hands shake like gloves. When jaws tremble, unable to speak, they telegraph worry. When legs tremble, someone is standing up in a carriage harnessed to two runaway horses like souls the Devil is about to usurp. [108-109\]
"Love, my girl, is a cherry snow cone. When you start eating, there's tons of red syrup and you're happy. Then it drips all over and you've got to lick it before the top tips over. Then you're left with a tasteless, colorless clump of ice." 
You would fit perfectly
In the keyhole of heaven:
The locksmith carved your body
On a star, on the day you were born. 
"We're not Christians," they say. "Christ stopped sort of here, at Eboli." "Christian," in their way of speaking means "human beings." and this almost proverbial phrase that I have so often heard them repeat may be no more than the expression of a hopeless feeling of inferiority. We're not Christians, we're not human beings; we're not thought of as men but simply as beasts, beasts of burden, or even less than beasts, mere creatures of the wild. (p. 3)
tax collector who is also a clarinetist (35)
disgraced priest (40-41)
The mayor and schoolmaster was at this moment exercising his teaching function. He was sitting on a balcony just off the classroom and having a smoke while he looked at the people in this square below... He had a long cane in his hand, and, without moving from his chair, he restored order within by striking through the window with astonishing accuracy... (44-5)
public latrine built by fascists - no function (46)
man who inflates dead goats to strip the skin and make flasks of it (46-7
drawing room cut up into dark prison cells (50)
two political prisoners who take turns cooking lunch for each, and setting it out - but who are not allowed to see each other and fraternize (51-2)
He was on obese, heavy, deaf old man, greedy and grasping like an enormous silk-worm. (59)
the peasants relationship to the state (76-78)
shitting outside (96)
Giulia physical description: Her face as a whole had a strongly archaic character, not classical in Greek or Roman sense, but stemming from an antiquity more mysterious and more cruel which had sprung always from the same ground, and which was unrelated to man, but linked with the soil and its everlasting animal deities. (105)
Saturday, August 13, 2022
Tuesday, August 02, 2022
Buy the books on Amazon, and watch videos of some readings. Please.
My son and I saw THE HIDDEN FORTRESS at AFI Silver yesterday afternoon, what a masterpiece! The 21-year old Misa Uehara as the Princess was ...
Well, it seemed to go on forever, but I got through it. Terribly overwritten, in my opinion, not just in the prose but in the jarring shif...
Extraordinary, and extraordinarily weird, story. Funny and sad. And weird. Levin riffs and raffs hilariously. It's a book about his mi...