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zalopunk's review against another edition
4.0
Creo que aquí se nota demasiado la evolución de Zambra como escritor. Si Bonsai y La vida privada de los árboles son sus obras de adolescente emergente, aquí encontramos su libro de entrada a la madurez.
Como libro funciona excesivamente bien, logra narrar de forma maravillosa y comoda a la mente lo que pretende. Con momentos de lucidez y patinadas de teja, creo que Zambra aquí, más que en otros libros, logra mostrar su literatura como una foto autoconsciente de su generación. Aunque dicha consciencia parece quedarse corta a mi gusto.
Quizás ese es mi problema con sus libros. Como menciona él, su generación es de personajes secundarios, que no quisieron tomarse la vida con las manos. Sus libros aunque reconocen esto, no buscan cambiarlo. Siendo esa la inconsistencia que me impide sentir que sus novelas cierran del todo bien.
PD: Si Zambra eliminara las escenas de sexo de sus libros, estos serían siempre mejores.
Como libro funciona excesivamente bien, logra narrar de forma maravillosa y comoda a la mente lo que pretende. Con momentos de lucidez y patinadas de teja, creo que Zambra aquí, más que en otros libros, logra mostrar su literatura como una foto autoconsciente de su generación. Aunque dicha consciencia parece quedarse corta a mi gusto.
Quizás ese es mi problema con sus libros. Como menciona él, su generación es de personajes secundarios, que no quisieron tomarse la vida con las manos. Sus libros aunque reconocen esto, no buscan cambiarlo. Siendo esa la inconsistencia que me impide sentir que sus novelas cierran del todo bien.
PD: Si Zambra eliminara las escenas de sexo de sus libros, estos serían siempre mejores.
helenagonzalezx2's review against another edition
4.0
Voy dosificando a Zambra con la intención de que no se me acabe nunca.
«El ruido de mis dedos vacilando
Tu ropa en los cajones de otra casa
El ruido interminable de los autos»
«El ruido de mis dedos vacilando
Tu ropa en los cajones de otra casa
El ruido interminable de los autos»
ezgib's review against another edition
reflective
medium-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? Character
- Strong character development? Yes
- Loveable characters? Yes
4.0
dialhforhgai's review against another edition
4.0
What kind of faces do my parents have? But out parents never really have faces. We never learn to truly look at them.
pixley's review against another edition
3.5
“To read is to cover one’s face. And to write is to show it.”
donnykirkwood's review against another edition
emotional
reflective
sad
tense
slow-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? Character
- Strong character development? N/A
- Loveable characters? It's complicated
- Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes
3.5
camicarreno's review against another edition
4.0
«En lugar de gritar, escribo libros». R. Gary. Con ese epígrafe parte este libro, que es mezcla de diario de vida, novela y poesía. Me gustó esa mezcla, la línea difusa de los géneros literarios, las frases que resuenan, los versos que aparecen de pronto, los terremotos que marcan a esta tierra y a su gente, los hijos que pasan de ser personajes secundarios a protagonistas, dejando en segundo plano a los padres, enfrentando los recuerdos de la dictadura, la transición a la democracia, las promesas vacías y la nueva –¿y triste?– realidad.
jurgen's review against another edition
reflective
slow-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? A mix
- Strong character development? It's complicated
- Loveable characters? No
- Diverse cast of characters? No
- Flaws of characters a main focus? It's complicated
2.5
blueridgebookworm's review against another edition
5.0
Bonner’s book club #5 - A wonderfully-crafted novella about a Chilean author sorting through the truth of his early life and his place as it relates to others in his childhood, and their political affiliations and the life repercussions associated with such affiliations. I really enjoyed that the protagonist was an author, so we got to see pieces of that labor and creative process interspersed.
“To read is to cover one’s face. And to write is to show it.”
“Learning to tell her story as if it didn’t hurt. That was, for Claudia, growing up: learning to tell her story precisely, bluntly. But it’s a trap to put it like that, as if the process ever ended.”
“Years ago I discovered I wanted a normal life. That I wanted, above all, to be calm. I already lived through emotions, all the emotions. I want a quiet, simple life. A life with walks in the park.”
“It was as if I wanted to punish myself absurdly while thinking how I loved this woman, how it was a complete love and not a worn-out way of loving. How she wasn’t a habit for me, not a vice that was hard to give up. And nevertheless, at that point I wasn’t, I’m not, willing to fight anymore.”
“To read is to cover one’s face. And to write is to show it.”
“Learning to tell her story as if it didn’t hurt. That was, for Claudia, growing up: learning to tell her story precisely, bluntly. But it’s a trap to put it like that, as if the process ever ended.”
“Years ago I discovered I wanted a normal life. That I wanted, above all, to be calm. I already lived through emotions, all the emotions. I want a quiet, simple life. A life with walks in the park.”
“It was as if I wanted to punish myself absurdly while thinking how I loved this woman, how it was a complete love and not a worn-out way of loving. How she wasn’t a habit for me, not a vice that was hard to give up. And nevertheless, at that point I wasn’t, I’m not, willing to fight anymore.”