I have, I confess with uncommon courage, a predilection for literature contemporary. For as things stand this is all a confession, those same ones that never do to anyone, much less myself. Yes, and I admit I put caradebueno. When it comes to fiction I tend to read more books by living or recently dead books by classical writers, is said and published, then no I'm going to take. I know that my inclination is unforgivable, more than one friend was quick to let me know that wisdom to every test that is always attributed to the friends who give advice without anyone asks for them, not only because I set aside for works that have stood the test of time in favor of others that have recently been published and that within a few years can not remember them or their mother, say the author. But what can I do as we say in Costa Rica: idiay. And one is.
De France brought my little altar of books to read - which is like a truncated pyramid or helpless without candles or candles that brighten my indolence-a novel of two living French writers did not know: Marc Levy and Frédéric Beigbeder.
started with "Love lasts three years" Beigbeder, this is a short novel full of sharp sentences that reads quickly and seems deceptively superficial. Full of memorable phrases the plot features a male character telling the adventures of her marriage and subsequent divorce in upper-class France in the early nineties, with a casual style and openly trying to gain sympathy and empathy of the reader, as corresponds to the ideal of creative advertising style, like that until some time was the author.
In these times I did not ask much of a literary work, with some sentences that leave me as I lay down I give compliant.
memorable phrases from the novel:
I thought I was looking for love until the day I realized that all he wanted was to get away from it.
Nobody tells you that love lasts three years. The love plot is based on a closely guarded secret make you believe it's for life when chemically love disappears after three years. Repeat
often these three sentences:
1 -) THERE IS NO HAPPINESS
2 -) LOVE IS IMPOSSIBLE
3 -) NOTHING IS SERIOUS
Fairy tales exist only in fairy tales. The truth is most disappointing.
Divorce is a waste of mental virginity.
Sex is like a lottery: that two people can worship separately and do not get along together. Think that things can evolve, but it does not evolve.
When you lead a double life, the basic rule is do not fall in love. You look in secret, for pleasure, to get away, to shudder. You feel like a hero without much effort.
Why have one life if you can have several? She changes her uncle as
change TV channels? (I hope at least that I'm Eurosport)
Beigbeder:
http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Frà © dà © ric_Beigbeder
"Love lasts three years,"
http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/El_amor_dura_tres_aà ±
you
Saturday, May 30, 2009
School Project Build A Castle
Love lasts three years
Thus, at least, says Frederick Beigbeder's novel
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Cheat Engine Poptropica
RB Kitaj
In recent years
While much of Art after the Second World War has been dedicated to the "What is art? and What is the purpose of art?, Kitaj, says The Economist in its obituary, wasted little time in these "questions solipsistic" because "he knew what the main purpose of art: to make us aware of the historical reality of our situation, chained to the body of the World ..." He said well the British magazine, so that has driven me to leave you speechless.
Ronald B. Kitaj, 1932-2007, In Memoriam.
most literary painter. Disturbing an artist whose work always left me mouth open between curiosity, admiration and the feeling that there is so much understanding of his art.
Kitaj Painting was for a trip that began with a painting and ending where circumstances would take. I did not know the place where the journey would take, is that art was a constant search for Kitaj and an attempt to define an answer in any case, always partial, incomplete, insufficient forever - with a "free association" between dreams , literature and obsessions. Kitaj wanted their works leave memorable literary characters as the narrative of Dickens or Dostoevsky.
most literary painter. Disturbing an artist whose work always left me mouth open between curiosity, admiration and the feeling that there is so much understanding of his art.
Kitaj Painting was for a trip that began with a painting and ending where circumstances would take. I did not know the place where the journey would take, is that art was a constant search for Kitaj and an attempt to define an answer in any case, always partial, incomplete, insufficient forever - with a "free association" between dreams , literature and obsessions. Kitaj wanted their works leave memorable literary characters as the narrative of Dickens or Dostoevsky.
texts included his paintings, fiction that is their color, some of which are accompanied by explanatory texts that should be hung on the wall alongside the work. He understood his particular narrative of color as a tool to collect past and present, for the "intertexto'-whether in painting can be called that way", ie for the allusions and cultural references to other painters such as Van Gogh, Michelangelo, Cezanne, Goya, Bacon, Degas, practitioners of literature such as Kafka, Erasmus of Rotterdam, and historical events like the Holocaust, the assassination of John Kennedy. All in a colorful and expressive mixture left in fabrics with free will than an artistic creator lets the tyranny of their own obsessions. In the early sixties Kitaj discovered hitherto ignored his Jewishness, from the time he convinced himself that he would paint such as Cezanne and Degas, but after Auschwitz. The magic derived from their form of artistic practice would have a recurring symbol in his paintings: Joe Singer, "a former suitor when her mother was single," this person appeared in the paint alone, with headset, wandering, carrying their Judaism Kafka slopes as a color and a face that many times was that of the painter himself. The character in his art made this person was perhaps a kind of alter ego for the author, I say to the painter.
Who are these women who appear in his paintings, I asked a lady at the opening of one of his last exhibition in the United States. That woman is my wife, said he refers to his dead wife with the brush I can keep stroking.
While much of Art after the Second World War has been dedicated to the "What is art? and What is the purpose of art?, Kitaj, says The Economist in its obituary, wasted little time in these "questions solipsistic" because "he knew what the main purpose of art: to make us aware of the historical reality of our situation, chained to the body of the World ..." He said well the British magazine, so that has driven me to leave you speechless.
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