a couple of Sundays ago stayed with a friend, Alejandro, for some beers in Lavapies. Before I went to the flea market and I reviewed the posts of books I have signed. This time, one of my favorites-one selling porn films and books in hardcover at 3 € - did not offer much, so I inspected it more deeply the other techniques usually make stops in Plaza del Campillo of the New World. So I found a stall selling a 5 € books as brand-new editorial Melusina, Peninsula and any other similar. The fate of many books sent to the media at a table is to end Sunday best balance for someone like me to bring them to home 2 or 3 times cheaper than in a bookstore. I mean each have our place in the literary ecosystem food chain.
Well, he said, surveying the post I also found 2 books by Tom Wolfe, both of those first editions launched by Anagram in the beginning (or so I think, come on): The years of chaos. Chronicles of the 70 and The house band of the pump and other chronicles of the era pop . And, as I have a simple yes, I like this kind of journalism and swore that Herralde not reissue, I bought them for € 6 each. Did not even try to bargain the price, plus I loved the portadas, Anagrama ha reeditado ahora en formato 2 x 1 ¿Quién tema a la Bauhaus feroz? y La palabra pintada, y pide 18 eurazos por el libro. Quiero decir: no era mal trato.
Ya casi he terminado el de los años del desmadre y, cómo no, me ha resultado desternillante. Tom Wolfe es una especie Mourinho literario: es incorrecto a tiempo completo, como si lo de ser sublime sin interrupción tuviera que ver con dispersar al enemigo a manguerazos de cinismo. Y, como la estrella del flamante capitalismo florentino, da a entender siempre que el problema es de los políticamente correctos, de ese hatajo de hipócritas que nunca dicen lo que piensan y cuyo objetivo es llevarse bien with everyone to prosper. Football analogies aside, Wolfe read again made me make another point: Martin Caparros is the Tom Wolfe in English. I recently finished Contra change and his narrative voice follows the same sarcasm that the Virginian in the 70's.
That yes, I have not yet Caparrós read describe the high executive hemorrhoids extremely concerned for their beauty ... However, as Wolfe has no boundaries when he writes, can reach heights unattainable for others:
attacks always began with the feeling that he had a peanut stuck in the sphincter. That meant that a portion swollen varicose vein had broken through the gut and actually threatened to leave the anus.And in that same chronicle, "The Me Decade and the Third Great Awakening", adding:
Hemorrhoids! That peanut incident ...hilarious. So eating pistachios and birth dates of laughter remembering me (yes, the best chew before, not going to be that ...).
Finally, you have to see what things I write. Anyway, I had started this blog entry because there was a less eschatological passage also made me tinkle in the pots. It's about religion. For years I keep thinking it over a este léxico que usan las corporaciones: visión, metas, objetivos, valores, cultura... Sobre todo a lo de la visión . Ese «I have a dream» , a lo Martin Luther King pero en versión capitalista. Tras leer el siguiente pasaje de Wolfe, me quedó claro que el concepto no procedía de gurú alguno, sino que deviene de la religión.
Sí, lo sé, soy un ingenuo porque el Vaticano es un perfecto sincretismo entre religión y economía... Pero, bueno, uno tiene sus limitaciones, qué va a ser. El pasaje en cuestión dice así:
Esta noción [orgasmo] cuenta hasta con su genealogía. Numerosas sectas, tales como los Shakti zurdos, o los onanistas gnósticos, han interpretado el orgasmo como el kairós, el momento mágico, el éxtasis divino. Hay pruebas de que los primitivos movimientos mormones y oneidas les imitaron. En realidad, el concepto de un cierto éxtasis divino está presente en la historia de las religiones a lo largo de los últimos 2500 años. Como Max Weber y Joachim Wach han explicado con detalle, todas las principales religiones modernas, sin contar una legión de otras menores ya desaparecidas, no se originaron a partir de una teología, ni de un sistema de valores, ni de una meta social, ni siquiera de una vaga esperanza de vida eterna. Al contrario, todas se originaron a partir a small circle of individuals who shared some ecstasy or access overwhelming, "vision", a "trance", a hallucination, in short, a true neurological fact, a dramatic mutation of metabolism, which appears to have lit the entire central nervous system . [...] The origins of Christianity are full of "visions." Well, that: dramatic mutations metabolism give me every time I hear banks complaining about our pay and, in turn, communicate their benefits ... But what I was: I found revealing (pun intended) to note once again that multinationals use a religious vocabulary surreptitiously. It is seen that, when marketing departments to identify needs, feel, think also the spiritual.
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Years of chaos. Reports of 70, Tom Wolfe
Editorial Anagram, 1979
Translation José Luis Guarner
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