I'm not much given to the lists. O well, maybe I have not ever known to face them. So this is not a list but a kind of memory / count. What I liked lately? This question, somewhat egotistical, give me some shelter. I will tell you otherwise ... I remember reading more ... No, worse ... Anyway, without thinking too much I will briefly put in some post things I feel like telling.
start with a book in prose. This is the book disappointment Island (Pre-texts) Rafael Fombellida. It is a book of prose, yes, but it is a work difficult to categorize, and that's interesting. Is known facet of Fombellida as a poet, author of books such as magnetic north (DVD editions) or dark Song (Pre-texts), a depth reflective books full of suggestions and symbols.
However, the last landing Fombellida literary book is a hybrid. Or hallucinations hybrid. When it looks like a diary becomes a novel, when you think a story has tone poem, and suddenly that same poem becomes a reflection on a city or on the poetry of Guillen, for example ... This is what makes a text book hypnotic and addictive. One can enter it everywhere and enjoy your posts as he is carried away by the current. He speaks of his life but he knows that I make perfect talking universal fiction. Fombellida play with readers, absent-minded play, to bring us and lead us, and suddenly, left on our shoveling a huge slab in the form of thinking does not abandon us for the rest of the day. Perhaps, now that I think, is this the best book of poems by Rafael Fombellida, I do not know if he will agree. For me at least stunned me this year. "Thunderstruck? No. That is not the word. It is a word too ugly. But hey, I think it is clear that this year was a book I liked. Fragment here.
Following prose I can not stop quoting Homer & Langley , EL Doctorow's novel that the publisher Miscellaneous published in April this year. I do not know where should I start with this novel. The story would be simple to tell: two brothers, one blind, are dedicated to live in, is beginning to accumulate things at home until they die there. Ie it is a New York story. Collyer brothers came to collect tons of waste at home: newspapers, junk, and even a car, you removed one of the brothers in her living room while the other blind, tried to find ways within the labyrinth. When Langley died, Homer, the blind who depended on him, died of starvation. I said, the story seems simple in the legends of the big cities. However, the story fascinated Doctorow. This is not merely tell the story, but fables around it, transgressed, created new routes into it, completely transforming the story to make it literature, which is what matters. In Doctorow is the theme, as in the great writers. The book is full of highlights. One of the most interesting is the time when Langley is dedicated to bring home lots and lots of newspapers to write what he calls newspaper Universal, a newspaper that goes for any day of any time, because every day is the same. "Who would buy such a newspaper?" He thinks Homer, the blind brother. Langley added: "But Homer, said, do not spend five cents for a newspaper so if you had to go back to buy another ever again? I admit that would be bad for fisheries, but there must be mindful of the greater good.
sports What, I asked.
Whatever the sport, "said Langley, somebody wins and somebody loses.
And the art?
If art offended before being revered. Requires their destruction and then start the bidding? ".
This is just one example. What is fascinating about this book lies in the gradual process of accumulation of objects and how the same accumulation drag the reader inside the house. Progressive accumulation and blindness are both physical and psychological elements in which the reader has just caught. We feel the weight of objects and its labyrinth, his adventures and, above all, conversations and thoughts alienated and claustrophobic. Doctorow literature strikes us as the great writer who is an unusual carrier towing capacity (enough Ragtime remember your ). More info here .
Antonio Piedras Crabera and water (Tusquets ) . The truth is that this book increases your strength in each reading. Cabrera is one of the poetic voices, although this sounds like a cliché-creating, in my view, the best poetry generator senses of contemporary poetry. What I mean by this? Something very simple. There are poets who believe that by putting high words one after another or "sing" and "engrossed in the song" believe (or hope to) produce a philosophical poetry, or mystical high and all they do is a kind of ceremonial and religious gravel occurs sometimes embarrassment. Imposture is in them an habitual exercise. Instead, Cabrera is proof that poetry can be a touch, and take in the thought and philosophy, without being stupid or "poetic pain in the ass." Cabrera is introduced from the floor on the content and not the reverse. In previous books could achieve these states poetic but Piedras water does, I believe, go a step further. The anecdotal becomes poetic adventure through the eyes / reflection the poet. Now, this story is not the false story of the poetry of experience where it "the anecdote" was imposed and was ahead of form. Cabrera knows perfectly manage the boundaries between language, story and thought. Poems like "coins on the table" or "Suite of CV202," clearly show what I mean. To illustrate what I say and say it, I think, is one (along with others that I will comment) of books of poetry have fascinated me most lately leave here the following poem.
Drowning in smoke
automatism,
a remnant of desire for sleep.
Combustion of what we say:
heat syntax.
True
for pleasure a breakfast
alone.
link random memories,
and its footprint
as word languid
has not been completed and evaporated .
resonance night
against the medulla.
palpating other questions: a riot
no place to go.
odors clogged,
about mixing.
on the skin of the arms, ice, the banister.
and crisp morning,
and the sky did not mind,
daily and arrow from the outside
sharply on me.
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