Klaus Kinski in the Sunday supplements of the "Country"
been years since I bought "El País". Or "The World" or the "ABC" or "The Public". I'm not interested, bored me, although sometimes ojee in bars. But last weekend I was attacked by the flu and a neighbor who visited me at home left forgotten half-dozen Sunday supplements of the "Country" that led to recycle. I can assure you that if the neighbor had gone to bed with me I would have passed the flu and all the nonsense, but I had to make do with the supplements. And there they were, yes there were, after all this time, the usual: Maruja Torres, Elvira Lindo, Almudena Grandes, Juan Jose Millas, Juan Cruz, Javier Marias ...
items Maruja Torres, this lady so respectable, so fearless, so intelligent, feisty, have long ceased to interest me, I try, try again, retry it, but this lady for some time it has nothing interesting to say, but the question is Have you ever had something interesting to say? And unhealthy curiosity what was your opinion of her and her stories their "fellow" reporters at that time this lady so respectable, courageous, intelligent and a fighter had its "Women in War"?
Quietly: no-review column "Indignémonos" or "colonized Egypt and tourism" are very much (and much less original) but are left to read . Elvira Lindo
follows his own, his "here-I-I". Elvira Lindo (or his character Elvira Lindo) is the prototype of the cock-foolish-farting, and yes, of course there are worse things, but this cock-foolish, "farting is believed to be proletarian and superguay intelligently (and real) and that is an alarming symptom. But it as if anything, thing, his "here-I-I". Catch anything of Elvira Lindo and count how many times he says (writes) "I" or "me." "Elvira, who cares about the exercises you do in your gym?, Who cares where hosts dinners and do dinner after a concert in New York you idyllic? Who?
items Almudena Grandes, that lady who increasingly looks more like Cristina Almeida, and progressives erotic muse over 60 years, are true short stories of the everyday life of ordinary people, his neighbor, his partner work, friends ... but leave their literary quality much to be desired. Their stories are as close to acceptable compositions of private school students applied, expensive and nuns. "A cop without a vocation" is a story so sappy I advise you to take it easy. Or better not read. And "She, to the end" is so hackneyed sentimentality that one might well ask this lady was the same who wrote the first 80 pages of "The Ages of Lulu? Footnote
page or some gossip-white (press where in my opinion should write these two ladies): Elvira and Almudena are married to two of the most boring writers of English literature Contemporary: Professor Antonio Muñoz Molina and the official poet Luis García Montero. And you know, everything is stuck. And it is known or said to be a great woman behind a great man is dissatisfied boring. But they say such things. So much nonsense. Also to make matters worse these two couples are friends there, so I can easily imagine them on a Friday night (after dinner, for example, a restaurant in Thailand) in a comfortable house, playing scrabble, drinking gin and tonics (two or three no more) and passing so well that on Sunday one of the two us will have to scrub the rest of us in the "EPS." At the party I also imagine Joaquin Sabina and Miguel Rios, two great artists, so youthful spirit, lively and rebellious, who can not (or should) miss any party worth its salt. As Ferrero Rocher. Serrat was unable to attend, was unwell, but, anyway, it sounded like music.
Ray Loriga (for me, new addition to the EPS) has always seemed simply irrelevant, has style, manners, know good tricks, but everything in it's pose. Javier Cercas I can not, I tried to "Soldiers of Salamina" I finished reading it reluctantly, but "Anatomy of a moment" I left halfway through the book and I have not had the courage to give it to anyone. The same thing has happened to these articles, I abandoned half read. It is so tiring exhausting.
The writings of Juan Cruz and Juan Jose Millas are opportunistic, partisan, uncompromising (with that allegedly insult thin and elegant, with that throw the last stone, with this being beyond good and evil), dogmatic and dangerous. For mental health should not abuse this kind of prose that make fun of you does not think like us and of those ways to get close to power. Javier Marias is
to his guns, Mosqueda, enraged like a spoiled child, for such important aspects in life as the volume of television's neighbor, the new rules the spelling of the SAR, the bad manners of young people and a thousand more biblical plagues. Usually hit upon, Mr Marys, and has elegant manners, and even (increíble!!) To make me smile. But fuck with the kicking, Mr. Mario, that you are heavy.
So as there is nothing new under the sun "El Pais" I leave here, I think I uploaded the fever, and as my neighbor is not coming back, it is best to stop with these great poison writers, journalists / columnists and sweat it.
Alpes
