well, this is a big big book and i dig the big ones so i carried it around like a cinderblock in my bag for a while and the first paragraph ranks as one of the great first paragraphs check this out Incredible the first animal that dreamed of another animal Monstrous the first vertebrae that succeeded in standing on two feet and thus spread terror among the beasts still normally and happily crawling close to the ground through the slime of creation Astounding the first telephone call, the first boiling water, the first song, the first loincloth holyfuckingshitamazing, huh so i m excited to get into this thing and it s dark and weird and crazy and a story kicks in and it s gripping as shit and then i get kinda bored and then i hit part two and it s just phenomenal i mean awesome and then i get bored again and then i stop halfway through here s the deal fuentes sets out to do no less than cover christian mythology and pre cortesian mexican mythology to dramatize the birth and death of religions and civilizations but fuentes is concerned with ideas, it seems, than writing a great book he places symbolism, allegory, theme, and idea before drama and with a book of this nature, that s a bad road taken the best narrative fiction is that in which the great ideas are invisible, wriggling around inside the dramatic and the visceral and the real and the alive it s all part of one thing, y know so i take the easy road and stamp this thing with 3 stars yeah yeah, this kinda smashes my well earned reputation as an opinionated dickhead, but i m still a little high from last night s victory piss off. This massive meditation on the Conquest and its effect on imaginations, moralities and all related matters pertaining to worlds both New and Old hit me like a cinder block I recall going to Day s Espresso at the time, such a locale offered magnificent lattes, they made me fat I didn t care I loved this book There is a well of intertextuality within which is nerdy yet effective. Terra Nostra is a dreamscape, an elaborate allegory, infused with mysticism, symbolism, numerology, theology There are tales nested within tales, dreams within dreams, a mirror of our world distorted beyond reason, but not recognition The linear is discarded in favour of the circular, the finite arc of human life replaced by an endless cycle of repetition In this view of history as a singularity there is no Old World or New, no past or future, only man and his own fractal nature, which is at all times and places equally perverse and equally transcendent The facets comprising the kaleidoscope of diverse cultural, religious and historical perspectives differ only arbitrarily, and from these arise repeated patterns that converge into a picture of a singular, essential human nature that transcends time and place From this perspective the individual is reduced to archetype, one aspect of a super organism which devours itself, growing larger only in order to devour itself still In its nature can be found the many ironies of existence In the act of creation one must destroy in conquest one becomes subjugated in piety one is most corrupted The thesis is encapsulated in the novel s opening lines Incredible the first animal that dreamed of another animal Monstrous the first vertebrae that succeeded in standing on two feet and thus spread terror among the beasts still normally and happily crawling close to the ground through the slime of creation Astounding the first telephone call, the first boiling water, the first song, the first loincloth. Existence itself is seen as the primary cause of suffering The nature of creation is such that to thrive is to destroy, and to prosper, obliterate God becomes the ultimate destroyer the twin of the creator god, to whom he is united by this fundamental contradiction In the religion of Christianity it is not Adam who has committed the original sin, but God himself, in whose nature sin resides as an inseparable part of His virtue a sin He commits by the very act of creation Man too creates, and the crimes of man are a continuation of this shared nature, the dark half of the realisation of his destiny though let us not forget that there is also a light half It is perhaps no enlightening to enquire as to why mankind seeks to commit acts of evil, than it is to ask why the waves seek to erode the shore.But the novel is not a nihilistic apology of conquest and colonialism, merely an examination of the nature that has caused this repeated fact of history, and the complex moral questions that arise from it How can we exist as a moral species if the nature of life itself is that for one to rise, many must fall What forgotten price have others paid for our telephone calls, boiling water, songs and loincloths, and how can we but expect this cost to be paid again and again by the unlucky in perpetuity, as we proceed unchecked along this path The example of thousands of years of human history does not point to a gradual abandonment of this modus operandi, but shows rather a species relentlessly striving to perfect it Do we possess the ability to alter our course, or will the beast inevitably consume itself Fuentes in edebi devi Terra Nostra, bitirdi imde omuzlar mdan bileklerime kadar t m kaslar mda hissetti im aheser, bunu s ylememe izin verin, Senyor, Latin Amerika tarihi ancak bu denli g zel kurgulanabilirdi, ve unu da eklememe l tfen m saade edin ki bu denli hacimli eserler okurla aras nda fazla vakit ge irmenin do urdu u bir ba kurarlar, evet, Senyor, b ylesi bir eseri bu kadar d zg n evirmek de belki onu yazmak kadar zordur, bu y zden B lent Do an a da te ekk rlerimizi iletmeliyiz, te yandan biz, ya anm lar n m yoksa ya anacaklar n m tarih oldu una karar verebildik mi Senyor , ya da d lediklerimizin mi ger ek oldu una yoksa d leyebildi imiz i in mi ger ek oldu una , ah, Senyor, bir okuru s kmadan otuz sayfa tek bir paragrafta Engizisyon spanyas nda ge en bir isyan anlatmak ne kadar g l bir kalem ister, de il mi, evet, evet, evet, Fuentes e bin selam olsun, Senyor, o ve arkada lar sayesinde bizim topraklar m z da edebiyatla sulanm t r, kendisiyle yolculu umuz burada sona m erecektir o halde, Senyor , daha de il nondum , daha de il nondum , daha de il nondum. This pink brick was on the shelves of The Monkey s Paw, a store likely to sell you a dusty stuffed crow or pornography from 1850 s than some crazed scream from Carlos Fuentes about faith and death and history I had wanted to read the book for a decade or so, snatching up the fat Penguin an edition I d never seen before on my way back from the liquor store 890 pages of size 3 font, three months, two countries, a 50th birthday, and several cities later, I won t even begin to address the contents Except to say that they take place well in the past, and into the future, in Spain and in an alternate world, and that a good deal of the characters have six toes on each foot And that there is much suffering, lurid sex, evil dictators, and betrayal There s birth, too, suffering, mad dwarves, and both the beginning and the end of time This is the sort of book that make a writer want to throw in the pen The parts when Terra Nostra falters are better than the best parts of other books Just awesome, as the kids would say Exhausting, humbling, and just fucking awesome. Smell around this brick long enough not long and you ll know whether you ought to read it I know I did and I did And am better for it But at any rate, wanted simply, in loo of a revieewooo, provide you with a non representative passage which I m sure many of you bookish folk will enjoy You have named fifty stories, but you spoke of a thousand and one half days Fifty accounts are accounts beyond count, Filipe For from each account came twenty others, inopportunely, tempestuously, unseasonably, and each story contained as many others the story told by the knight, the story lived by the knight, the story told to the knight, the story the knight read about himself in the press in Barcelona, the oral and anonymous version of the story told as pure verbal imminence before the knight existed, the version written in the papers of an Arabic chronicler, and based upon that, the version of a certain Cide Hamete the version which to the knight s anger a shameless wretch by the name of Avellaneda had written apocryphally the version the Squire Panza endlessly recounts to his wife, thus filling her to bursting with both intangible illusions and everyday proverbs the version the priest tells the barber to kill the long hours in the village and the version which to revive those same dead hours the barber tells the priest the story as it is told by that frustrated writer, the bachelor Sanson Carrasco the story that from his particular point of view Merlin the magician tells about those same events the story the giants challenged by the knight tell among themselves, and the fantasy fabricated by the princesses whose spells he broke the story told by Gines de Parapilla as part of his everlastingly unfinished memoirs the one that Don Diego de Miranda, seeing it all from the viewpoint of friendship, set down in his diary the story dreamed by Dulcinea, imagining herself a farm girl, and the story dreamed by the farm girl Aldonza, imagining herself a princess and, finally, the story staged again and again, for the amusement of their court, by the Dukes in the theater of resurrections What did that maddened knight achieve by repeating to you twenty times each of his fifty adventures and all their version Simply the postponement of the day of judgment, which was to recover his sanity, lose his marvelous world, and die of scientific sadness Then, in any case, he was defeated by destiny No, Felipe in Barcelona we saw his adventures reproduced on paper, in hundreds and at times thousands of copies, thanks to a strange invention recently brought from Germany, which is a very rabbit of books if you place a piece of paper in one mouth, from the other emerge ten, a hundred, a thousand, a million pages with the same letters Books reproduce themselves Yes, there is no longer a single copy, commissioned by you, written only for you, and illuminated by a monk, which you can keep in your library and reserve for your eyes alone A thousand and one half days, you said, but you have accounted only for fifty stories in twenty versions one half day is missing And will never be completed, Filipe That half day is the infinite sum of the readers of this book, for as one finishes reading, one minute later another begins to read, and as that one finishes his reading, on minute later another begins it, and so on and so on, as in the ancient example of the hare and tortoise Neither wins the race so, too, the book si never without a reader, the book belongs to everyone Then, wretch that I am, reality belongs to everyone, for only what is written is real pp604f Utch, this was a strange one, and one of those books I really hoped I would have liked then I actually did It s certainly ambitious, insanely so, and takes some very interesting liberties with narrative space and time It s also refreshingly aggressive and non subtle in it s attack on religion and power in general, and quite entertaining too, at least most of the time Fuentes further seems to have a great love of the grotesque bodily mutilations and repulsive sex scenes galore combined with a very dark and morbid sense of humor All good, but unfortunately the novel is also far to long and overwritten, with characters constantly breaking out in long circular soliloquies, and endless stretches of some sort of collective stream of consciousness Now, as a fan of McElroy, Pynchon, Vollmann etc I have no problems in general with long books and or these sort of narrative tactics, but Fuentes just doesn t pull it off quite convincingly To make matters worse, he also seems to not really trust the readers ability to follow the complex narrative, and so fills the novel with repetition and reminders, in case one should have forgotten what happened 100 pages ago, which apart from not helping with the length felt somewhat condescending to at least this reader.Still It s not a very hard read, and when it good, it s good, so if you like slightly flawed experiments, and don t mind being a bit bored once in a while, give it a go. Terra Nostra Ist Der Bisher Umfangreichste Und Ehrgeizigste Aller Gro En Lateinamerikanischen Romane Seine Seiten Beherbergen Hundert Charaktere Er Umgreift Die Zeitspanne Vom R Mischen Reich Bis Zum Paris Des Dezember Der Schauplatz Ist Das Spanien Des Sechzehnten Jahrhunderts, Aber Auch Mexiko, Nordeuropa, Italien Und Die Levante Phantasie Und Aufbau Dieses Buches Fl En Ehrfurcht Ein, Der Autor Versteht Sein Handwerk Meisterhaft Gene H Bell, The New Republic If Hieronymus Bosch were a writer Behind the funeral coach follows a tortuous, writhing retinue of beggars, contrite, sobbing, swathed in dark rags, their mangy scabrous hands offering empty soup bowls to the dying sun at times the most daring run ahead to beg a scrap of the rotten meat and are rewarded with kicks But they are free to come and go, run ahead, fall behind It isn t just a funerary procession it s a pageant of history painted in sepulchral hues a series of oneiric visions from the onset of Christianity to the dawn of Apocalypse Terra Nostra holds inside the entire cosmos of the modern literature and for me it remains one of the best books I ever read. Epic and kaleidoscopic in scope, full of profound weirdness and stunning, hallucinatory prose Forget Garcia Marquez, this is Pynchonian in its lucid irrationality, a waking dream of Spain s conquest of Mexico that straddles multiple centuries, from Aztec creation myth to Millenial apocalypse Alternately frustrating and mind blowing I came close to quitting it than once, particularly in the first book, The Old World, but Fuentes kept dragging me back with his wild imagination and elegant prose The second book, The New World, stands on its own as an epic re imagining of Mexico s origins and conquest And the third book, The Next World, is just a complete mind bender, with side trips to ancient Rome and a savage version of modern Mexico, where human sacrifice has been reinstated and dissent is suppressed by the US military A dark twisted masterpiece from the lion of Mexican lit.
Carlos Fuentes Mac as was a Mexican writer and one of the best known novelists and essayists of the 20th century in the Spanish speaking world Fuentes influenced contemporary Latin American literature, and his works have been widely translated into English and other languages.Fuentes was born in Panama City, Panama his parents were Mexican Due to his father being a diplomat, during his childhoo
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