THE NEIGHBOR "grumpy" THE HOLY PLACES , author of "On Heroes and Tombs" FUNDAMENTAL NOVEL OF THE TWENTIETH CENTURY, died at age 99
Sabato and his ghosts
His voice was like a "black river" with the sacred orator cavernous timbre. The pessimistic tone of Ernesto Sabato crowned that other voice, that of the monstrous world of darkness, as stated in its pages, which arose in his novels, especially in On Heroes and Tombs. Author dear to thousands of readers, with no homeland or nationality as the hack and the shock that means driving through the universe and labyrinths of the tunnel or Abaddon the destroyer, his death early today at his home in Holy Places, the 99 years, when it seemed festejaría its centenary that life does not release the "trial of the story." Grief over the loss of a major writer of twentieth century literature Argentina can not slide under the rug of society Argentina very deep wounds not yet healed. The respect and admiration should not lead automatically to political convictions indulgence of an intellectual ambivalent, a kind of tormented preacher who embodied the voice and sentiments of "all", a masquerade so convincing that escaped his control.
By Silvina Friesen
The "master", the "genius" the "dismal Quixote" of the Pampas and few adjectives fall off, then multiply by the mouths grieving or pages that are being written at this very moment, was a complex figure, controversial and contradictory. Lunch with the dictator Jorge Rafael Videla led the Conadep, the committee responsible for collecting the testimonies of relatives of disappeared during the military dictatorship and the preface to the Never again, where he formulates the theory of two evils "and equated the terrorism of guerrilla state terrorism. In this convoluted plot lies the challenge created by the writer, you have to "penetrate into the cracks so you can return to filter the stream of life, "a phrase that Sabato recalls Jünger in Spain in the day of my age (Seix Barral), his latest book published in 2004. The writer who was born in Red in 1911, he was always a man of the people, who settled in the Holy Places where there was almost literally nothing, when everything was under construction horizon, wrote in the latest book, "When we become responsible for pain the other, our commitment will give us a sense that will put us over the fate of history. " He was referring to the crucial place of solidarity in a "headless world" that excludes different. I was ashamed, "he says there are two hundred fifty million children are exploited. But you can peer into the bowels of this phrase more than the mere situation alluded to. Perhaps her desire was "shameful" to circumvent those "fatalities" and suffered endless adventures, searching eagerly an Ariadne's thread that I could do understand their own inner confusion.
Sabato is an icon of the culture of Argentina with all the positive and negative that comes through that position in the imagination of a society. Learned to articulate, statement after statement, page after page, in the wake of torture and suffering writer struggling against the darkness and ghosts. His conscience seemed to never leave her alone. Often repeated that "he had written burned in the morning." He began to scribble his most iconic novel, On Heroes and Tombs (SHT) in 1936. The first publication was in 1961, but in the meantime, as noted in the critical edition published in the Archives collection by the editorial Alcyone (2008), coordinated by Maria Rosa Lojo, there were advances and retreats and periodic burning of discarded manuscripts. He never stopped to correct and refine the text capital until the final edition of 1991. Total novel, SHT "weaves multiple voices and stories of history, expanding in opposite directions geographical areas opened from the city daily, a crack in perception, a dark window on the other side of what we believe is real, "says Lojo in the preliminary study.
"Sometimes literature is vested with the powers of sleep, lights imagined and lost territories, raises Lojo. On Heroes and Tombs, gothic surreal Argentine family ghosts gallery, fantastic geology, wicked fabulous travel book in the heart of everyday life, gives us the hope of recovering a treasure claim. Leaning out of a hidden world, and peer into it, as in abysmal design of Chinese boxes, all other worlds that are in it. " Sabato is a treasure problematic and very uncomfortable, generated such intense love and rejects as impossible to reconcile. Their literature and some of his essays "The writer and his ghosts, Men and gear or One and the Universe-preserved charm hard to deny, even those that refer to these early readings as a" spell "or" sin "of youth . But spinning off its mark between a "true night" (his fiction) and "diurnal truth" (to speak in public), as he claimed, simplifies the problem of existential and political maze. Can Sabato plots in areas pure, uncontaminated with each other? Difficult, but often does, perhaps to leave out, as a "minor mistake," lunch with Videla and his "theory of demons."
died in his adopted country Sabato Santo Places. A handful of years ago that he was held, as an exile in his own homeland. In silence, listening to music. One of his last appearances was in November 2004 in Rosario, where in the framework of the Third International Congress of the English language attended a tribute in which he participated José Saramago, Víctor García de la Concha, the former director of the Royal English Academy of the tongue, and then Senator Cristina Fernández. More than 1600 people cheered standing Cervantes Prize 1984. Sabato was crying, he took off his glasses, wiped tears and bowed. Be dismissed. I knew him and all who witnessed this moment of extreme emotion. Weakened by so much love, moving his hand to greet everyone, tried to understand why he, who wrote in Abaddon ... that the "universe is horrible, or tragically transitional and imperfect," did, in the tumult of his fiction, building a work that would target the revelation of a great country: the conscience of man.
Among the quotes he liked to recall, used to remind one of Nietzsche: "I love those who do not know live otherwise than sinking into the sunset. For they are passing on the other side. " In the club in his neighborhood, Defenders of Holy Places, neighbors and readers begin to leave the author of The Tunnel. His son Mario revealed in a letter to his father's posthumous gesture: "When I die, I want to ensure here, so that locals can join me in this final journey. And I want to be remembered as a neighbor, sometimes cantankerous, but basically a good guy. It is all I aspire. "
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