June 7, 2010
I'm reading The Man Who Loved dogs. A devastating novel.
The man who loved dogs appeared last year and is the work of the Cuban author Leonardo Padura. The book chronicles the last years of Soviet leader Leon Trotsky, disgraced by the rise of Stalin and, from different countries what is happening in search of asylum, attending between perplexed and angered the Great Purge that his rival is taking place in the Union Soviet. A Purge terminating the Bolshevik dream and Trotsky that he knows is the final element. In parallel with the gradual fall of the old revolutionary leader, who will finish his journey of exile in Mexico, we see how in Soviet training camps are underway to prepare Ramón Mercader, a soldier taken from the English Civil War and would ultimately be responsible for killing Trotsky an August afternoon in 1940.
The man who loved dogs , although it may seem from this quick summary, there is a novel of adventure, or plot, or action. It is a great novel where, as in the best novels, elucidates issues that can not fail to concern the reader. Questions like why fight, until when, how, and above all, at what price. Transfixed significance, the novel tells of a bygone era, but with so great force and with such vividness that we realize that the questions are not overcome, still beating with us even as we forget them, which are the key condition human.
I said that the man who loved dogs in a book devastating because, suddenly, he broke with all your little dreams and hopes and puts you to your actual height. When one reads what now prevails, these novels, for example, vampires against men wolf, or those crazy search for the Holy Grail, he also thinks, why not?, can become a writer. And if you read the pentameter famous "you call me, love / I grab a taxi, also believes that it can be a poet, and if you read some columns of the" Country Weekly "no doubt that space could provide a thinker and philosopher . And so are encouraged to himself, and people, kindly, pats, and get a few scattered applause and a few awards and is already considered one . Until, suddenly, reading a real novel, a novel seriously, and thus understand what their site.
my friend Jose in March said that in literature there People who think they are flying high and majestic like an eagle when you are actually dragging on the ground. Not to be so graphic and reptile as a metaphor for my friend and come to my particular case, I would say that there are people who think they are experiencing large and luxurious lounges when you are actually walking bent, and tangled webs between a flea market.
Although not yet finished, so I do not care. I can assure Padura's novel is superb and Padura an outstanding writer. Really a writer, deep and serious. Not a banal uncle, who writes and makes jokes and fight through the stories, and that writing something like Man ... would rise again and catch effort from the cradle, and yet it is doubtful that it got.
Anyway, this is what you get. Nor should we be more tantrums. Continue wandering through the flea market, what can we do.
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