Comment Alone "Coronation"
("El Mercurio, January 19, 1958)
This novel confirms once again the thesis that between a good novel and a bad one, only a small difference: the details. Anyone with a little patience, you can put together a plot that has a beginning, middle and end. Don Alberto Edwards said that the Chileans were missing it: patience. All arguments are roughly similar and someone has been reduced to thirty-six dramatic situations. Just be a love no matter what, annoyed by the circumstances, a man who loves a woman or vice versa, and tell their adventures, adventures and misadventures, so that readers begin to get interested.
The question is still interested, to find the real thing and want to find out the outcome. There
operate enters the mysterious details.
synthesized roughly what holds Coronation? The story of an old, old lady, half dying, of his grandson, an apathetic and combines with several servants, old like her, but not both, or youth. Nothing more.
As if to precisely challenge the concept of "Romance" attached to shares outstanding and implausible characters, José Donoso raises his story as follows:
"Rosario kept the door wide, as the boy leaned the bike on the steps that rose from the garden to the kitchen and let him in with the basket full of jars, packets of noodles, vegetables and bottles. "
seems really difficult for the drama enters a very modest house along with those objects dining needs, the service door, a day for days, without any solemnity.
And yet!
When you've finished reading, and go back and reread that passage meditating this opening phrase, how it is loaded with symbolism and what appear to the dealer claims the store, their shared bicycle and even packages of beans!
But not even need to wait that long. If the art of speaking is to say more about what is being said without words rare or bizarre twists attend, we must confess that José Donoso and has received the gift, low among the few, then, apparently inadvertently, without giving face or discover intentions known imperceptibly enhance the most ordinary necessities and inspire your soul to material things.
His novel begins in the kitchen and cook. No need to smile at the scene or stage mock. Nor is it necessary to consider a refined artifice or obeyed the school. The truth is that they start well, because it was started. And there are more reasons.
same description of the house and the homeowner. Lady
rich, with children and grandchildren, endowed with vast kin, widow of a distinguished politician and magistrate, made the mistake of heroin, increasingly common, to live too. Exceeded a certain prudent limits and the whole organization of the family suffered the consequences. Dead ones, married or absent other, less and less close and faithful friends the venerable old lady, the respectable matron, a time celebrated for its beauty, elegance, distinction, lost, first, their freshness, after maturity, finally, the frame of his intelligence and even the remains of mental equilibrium, without being able to call it hopelessly insane and imprison him as useless furniture. I still thought and, having loosed the springs and the brakes of education, freed from social conventions and family, the woman began to speak.
The case will not fail to produce chills to those who aspire, as the supreme blessing, a long life.
Women, society lady, the mother of an opulent home, fertile or not is between us something like a fetish and has been a hit by Jose Donoso on placing the center of his work, representative image and superior axis around which the rest. Joaquín Edwards calls that the Chilean matriarchy. And perhaps, indeed, bring your source of ancient superstitions, ancient observance, both prevails from top to bottom of all classes and religious materialized in the cult of the virgin goddess who rises even above God.
front face of the lady, a little below, figure Andrew, his grandson. If Grandma
embodies the decay of a class stagnant, the grandson means its decline for leisure, lack of need work, for the frivolity within the culture and even of refinement, all that is meeting at Andrew, but without nerve, without illusions, without vocation or faith. We fear death, because he loves life desperately. Why? To go to the club, to read magazines, chat with friends ara and worry about trifles, like collecting sticks, not many, ten only, but all rare items and locate. Not married, has had a love between their affair, has not been fully resolved to surrender to anything, and in old age limit, only relative who visits her grandmother, it concludes by relying on the reason his life, deseándosela sometimes other calling for his death, eternal hesitant and toys on the wave. Pure
skeleton graveyard and killed or pure souls in purgatory would be the characters in Coronation if there were two old servants, the niece of one of them, a girl, her lover, a boy, and the brother and the wife of brother of the boy.
There is life: the people. They are also the tragedy and death. Because
Donoso's work is not "committed literature" or biased, or an argument for or against, or a collection of tables with a view to a particular conclusion. It is a painting, a portrait, a series of scenes and a series of interlocking dialogues that can flow and crowd flow teachings, often terrible, horrible chaos containing, and pathetic, no missing the humor and poetry, but all considered from a height compelling as life presents to those who can look beyond the dogma , regardless of beliefs.
The human and painful pages of the book are precisely the doubts and the questions which assail Andrew when he discusses his own existence and, alone or with a friend, look, he meditates and contempt, cursing nothing the destination and the absurdity of a consciousness that allows us to see that anything without remedy.
There are, indeed, a philosophy or a lack of philosophy, the same day. At the bottom of the work is an attitude to the mysteries of the world, soul, afterlife, creation, the inexplicable cosmos where we come from and where we are headed. No novel worthy of the name may lack the medulla, and coronation denies that the works of Chilean authors, as someone said, are absent all the great problems of life and that its orbit aplastadoramente turn in the intellectual mediocrity.
Si. But is that essentially, artistic and even human?
For us, it would be little or nothing without the attachment that we mentioned: the vividness of the details, originality of perception, what's new and natural images, their depth, grace, charm, in short, his poetry, sometimes tender, sometimes humorous, often tragic, always throbbing and straining.
This tension, at times, comes to fatigue. No stops, no relaxing, no known backwaters or fall. Always the string alive, the eager longing, the unknown slope. And that in the description detail carefully neat and reality, gestures, words, actions and reactions. José Donoso goes into the spirit of her characters and manages to express their phones hit close stabbing, is the process of their impulses as if seeing and down to the imperceptible shade with a certain psychic.
This is different from the national novelists and surpasses the highest, incredibly. Chilean authors, by instinct, perhaps, from prudence, internal analysis shun, dodge the critical scenes, the highlights and escape by way of reference, ignoring the danger. There are famous books of pure compounds and evasions that the essential is never addressed. Donoso be the opposite: it is released fully, is always in the line of maximum danger, do speak and act before our eyes to convince their people and enforce them.
Since the parent and teacher Blest Gana, many hombreársele or could outweigh the invention, eloquence, style and various attributes, none of that gift visionary, intuitive psychological insight that Encina called in their language, "brain sensitivity." Old or young, men or women belonging to high society or to the people, each of its types live, authentic, and speaks in its own way a recognizable language, we have heard and recognize.
This condition, even in the dry prose of a Stendhal or a Constant, enough to encourage work and to print a label. Add
consistent finding, habitual expressions created, colorful, easy, and rarely without a trace search, which spontaneously jump in the story. For example, the gesture of the maid, pg. 18: "smiling until their little eyes were turned into two dots of satisfaction behind the lens, which slid down his nose meager." Or change so tenuous, so well said, the young peasant when the pattern Santiago, after several courtesies, says the figure of his salary, "the girl's features were not altered, but some of that face tight now had a smile "(p. 19). Or that spring (p. 20) that Andrew "remembered as one of the most generous. It seemed possible to feel the light falling on the grass in clusters green through the linden trees and acacias. "And the white face, awesome, the nonagenarian leaning on the balcony" looking light, watching the air? "(p. 29). Or this miniature rustic, unthinking, which condenses an affair and becomes sensitive, "Hey, you wanted it to Rene, is not it?" asks the brother to his sister, the victim of savage beatings from her husband.
"The Dora stood. He went to the stove to stir the soup. Then, in silence, peeled an onion. He was throwing potato peels. Food only when plugged answered
"Sure.
"Games for the kids, outside, stopped. He left a boisterous crowd in the street, behind the dog barking, barking, barking, barking, until the noise and the barking in the distance lost. Then there was silence.
"Sure," repeated the Dora, in a low voice. "
See comic effect, to the next page breaks out between the same two characters talk to the outbreak of Dora.
citing other passages would follow if no accumulation the disfigured, presenting the book as a repertoire of findings and exposed, it loses its spontaneous value. In other words, almost all its value.
Created from a single impulse, with wise consistency, Coronation form a body that the unit is integrated across the range, in continuous rotation, which prevents fatigue and that some impressions are refurzan other. The fine counterpoint prevents disaggregation and makes it difficult to analyze because the show requires a show before and necessarily leads to the show next, forming living chain that can not be interrupted.
The technical and aesthetic logic, we know few books so harmoniously built, not only in our literature.
To take a Chilean perspective, the highest it could Thief Son of competition, but even more vast and extraordinary chapters in its current profound and sustained Rojas's novel features the same masterful composition and these two levels of social classes becomes fascinating Donoso's work. Neither the "tension" life without crack or abandonment, the fullness that comes and develops as playing, who savors life and feel its bitterness, that touches the minimum things and not lose sight of the elders.
complaint will be armed rudeness and crudeness of language free to brutality. There is, of course, a book for women. The knife penetrates the meat up inside, followed by thermo-cautery. Did you notice that despite all, never drops in quality or pleasure in the indecency? We respect the sensitive stomachs and the sensitive palate who refuse such brew, but as in a domestic chapter of the characters calls "a drink for men," should note that this reading is not "suitable for minors."
Even in the moral, social, national, not recommended for anyone. The bitterness, sourness, nihilism, despair, the permeate to the core. No faith in anything. Neither love, nor beauty, nor in the family, or religion, or philosophy, or science. The huge old dying permeates your mortal skeleton and goes slowly, dissecting, dissolving it and going crazy. She knows and sees, because it's crazy, because the world is a creation of mad and madness only understands. Insults, insults that the nonagenarian ferocious madman throws her grandson, her maid, to their former servants, those who approach him, just to become realities, corrupt the air around the little girl, your field innocent stealing and giving, the grandson apathetic, attached to the terrible grandmother, ends up mad, and even those pillars domestic ancillary these deities, these giant institutions, old maids, they end up drunk when, to celebrate their love, deserted the house of visitors who did not attend, the crown, because she was queen and was holy, they dance in his presence and stay asleep while the old woman, who was given a few sips to animate it, faints and comes completely without knowing at the time of his death.
Work "death ash heap, apology or requiem for a dead body? Maybe.
Indeed, if man obeyed the logic, closing the last page of this book should open the window of her twenty-fourth floor and "plunge into the void." But writing is, and what test Donoso powerful argument-that we are irrational, that the madness takes us, we do not understand the words and, instead of making that decision, viewed from the top of a tower, the show oceanic river, and forest the giant illuminated snow, red and incredible, with thousands and thousands of eyes of fire, feeling absolutely wonderful experience and we think it is worth to be born and exist, not only to watch the parade of lighted ships, entering and going, coming from all corners of the earth, but also, and filled in such contemplation, to reopen the pages of the volume and back to admire his demonstration that nothing is worth nothing, that everything is misery and distress of mind and what better would be to die for, definitely get some rest.
("El Mercurio, January 19, 1958)
("El Mercurio, January 19, 1958)
This novel confirms once again the thesis that between a good novel and a bad one, only a small difference: the details. Anyone with a little patience, you can put together a plot that has a beginning, middle and end. Don Alberto Edwards said that the Chileans were missing it: patience. All arguments are roughly similar and someone has been reduced to thirty-six dramatic situations. Just be a love no matter what, annoyed by the circumstances, a man who loves a woman or vice versa, and tell their adventures, adventures and misadventures, so that readers begin to get interested.
The question is still interested, to find the real thing and want to find out the outcome. There
operate enters the mysterious details.
synthesized roughly what holds Coronation? The story of an old, old lady, half dying, of his grandson, an apathetic and combines with several servants, old like her, but not both, or youth. Nothing more.
As if to precisely challenge the concept of "Romance" attached to shares outstanding and implausible characters, José Donoso raises his story as follows:
"Rosario kept the door wide, as the boy leaned the bike on the steps that rose from the garden to the kitchen and let him in with the basket full of jars, packets of noodles, vegetables and bottles. "
seems really difficult for the drama enters a very modest house along with those objects dining needs, the service door, a day for days, without any solemnity.
And yet!
When you've finished reading, and go back and reread that passage meditating this opening phrase, how it is loaded with symbolism and what appear to the dealer claims the store, their shared bicycle and even packages of beans!
But not even need to wait that long. If the art of speaking is to say more about what is being said without words rare or bizarre twists attend, we must confess that José Donoso and has received the gift, low among the few, then, apparently inadvertently, without giving face or discover intentions known imperceptibly enhance the most ordinary necessities and inspire your soul to material things.
His novel begins in the kitchen and cook. No need to smile at the scene or stage mock. Nor is it necessary to consider a refined artifice or obeyed the school. The truth is that they start well, because it was started. And there are more reasons.
same description of the house and the homeowner. Lady
rich, with children and grandchildren, endowed with vast kin, widow of a distinguished politician and magistrate, made the mistake of heroin, increasingly common, to live too. Exceeded a certain prudent limits and the whole organization of the family suffered the consequences. Dead ones, married or absent other, less and less close and faithful friends the venerable old lady, the respectable matron, a time celebrated for its beauty, elegance, distinction, lost, first, their freshness, after maturity, finally, the frame of his intelligence and even the remains of mental equilibrium, without being able to call it hopelessly insane and imprison him as useless furniture. I still thought and, having loosed the springs and the brakes of education, freed from social conventions and family, the woman began to speak.
The case will not fail to produce chills to those who aspire, as the supreme blessing, a long life.
Women, society lady, the mother of an opulent home, fertile or not is between us something like a fetish and has been a hit by Jose Donoso on placing the center of his work, representative image and superior axis around which the rest. Joaquín Edwards calls that the Chilean matriarchy. And perhaps, indeed, bring your source of ancient superstitions, ancient observance, both prevails from top to bottom of all classes and religious materialized in the cult of the virgin goddess who rises even above God.
front face of the lady, a little below, figure Andrew, his grandson. If Grandma
embodies the decay of a class stagnant, the grandson means its decline for leisure, lack of need work, for the frivolity within the culture and even of refinement, all that is meeting at Andrew, but without nerve, without illusions, without vocation or faith. We fear death, because he loves life desperately. Why? To go to the club, to read magazines, chat with friends ara and worry about trifles, like collecting sticks, not many, ten only, but all rare items and locate. Not married, has had a love between their affair, has not been fully resolved to surrender to anything, and in old age limit, only relative who visits her grandmother, it concludes by relying on the reason his life, deseándosela sometimes other calling for his death, eternal hesitant and toys on the wave. Pure
skeleton graveyard and killed or pure souls in purgatory would be the characters in Coronation if there were two old servants, the niece of one of them, a girl, her lover, a boy, and the brother and the wife of brother of the boy.
There is life: the people. They are also the tragedy and death. Because
Donoso's work is not "committed literature" or biased, or an argument for or against, or a collection of tables with a view to a particular conclusion. It is a painting, a portrait, a series of scenes and a series of interlocking dialogues that can flow and crowd flow teachings, often terrible, horrible chaos containing, and pathetic, no missing the humor and poetry, but all considered from a height compelling as life presents to those who can look beyond the dogma , regardless of beliefs.
The human and painful pages of the book are precisely the doubts and the questions which assail Andrew when he discusses his own existence and, alone or with a friend, look, he meditates and contempt, cursing nothing the destination and the absurdity of a consciousness that allows us to see that anything without remedy.
There are, indeed, a philosophy or a lack of philosophy, the same day. At the bottom of the work is an attitude to the mysteries of the world, soul, afterlife, creation, the inexplicable cosmos where we come from and where we are headed. No novel worthy of the name may lack the medulla, and coronation denies that the works of Chilean authors, as someone said, are absent all the great problems of life and that its orbit aplastadoramente turn in the intellectual mediocrity.
Si. But is that essentially, artistic and even human?
For us, it would be little or nothing without the attachment that we mentioned: the vividness of the details, originality of perception, what's new and natural images, their depth, grace, charm, in short, his poetry, sometimes tender, sometimes humorous, often tragic, always throbbing and straining.
This tension, at times, comes to fatigue. No stops, no relaxing, no known backwaters or fall. Always the string alive, the eager longing, the unknown slope. And that in the description detail carefully neat and reality, gestures, words, actions and reactions. José Donoso goes into the spirit of her characters and manages to express their phones hit close stabbing, is the process of their impulses as if seeing and down to the imperceptible shade with a certain psychic.
This is different from the national novelists and surpasses the highest, incredibly. Chilean authors, by instinct, perhaps, from prudence, internal analysis shun, dodge the critical scenes, the highlights and escape by way of reference, ignoring the danger. There are famous books of pure compounds and evasions that the essential is never addressed. Donoso be the opposite: it is released fully, is always in the line of maximum danger, do speak and act before our eyes to convince their people and enforce them.
Since the parent and teacher Blest Gana, many hombreársele or could outweigh the invention, eloquence, style and various attributes, none of that gift visionary, intuitive psychological insight that Encina called in their language, "brain sensitivity." Old or young, men or women belonging to high society or to the people, each of its types live, authentic, and speaks in its own way a recognizable language, we have heard and recognize.
This condition, even in the dry prose of a Stendhal or a Constant, enough to encourage work and to print a label. Add
consistent finding, habitual expressions created, colorful, easy, and rarely without a trace search, which spontaneously jump in the story. For example, the gesture of the maid, pg. 18: "smiling until their little eyes were turned into two dots of satisfaction behind the lens, which slid down his nose meager." Or change so tenuous, so well said, the young peasant when the pattern Santiago, after several courtesies, says the figure of his salary, "the girl's features were not altered, but some of that face tight now had a smile "(p. 19). Or that spring (p. 20) that Andrew "remembered as one of the most generous. It seemed possible to feel the light falling on the grass in clusters green through the linden trees and acacias. "And the white face, awesome, the nonagenarian leaning on the balcony" looking light, watching the air? "(p. 29). Or this miniature rustic, unthinking, which condenses an affair and becomes sensitive, "Hey, you wanted it to Rene, is not it?" asks the brother to his sister, the victim of savage beatings from her husband.
"The Dora stood. He went to the stove to stir the soup. Then, in silence, peeled an onion. He was throwing potato peels. Food only when plugged answered
"Sure.
"Games for the kids, outside, stopped. He left a boisterous crowd in the street, behind the dog barking, barking, barking, barking, until the noise and the barking in the distance lost. Then there was silence.
"Sure," repeated the Dora, in a low voice. "
See comic effect, to the next page breaks out between the same two characters talk to the outbreak of Dora.
citing other passages would follow if no accumulation the disfigured, presenting the book as a repertoire of findings and exposed, it loses its spontaneous value. In other words, almost all its value.
Created from a single impulse, with wise consistency, Coronation form a body that the unit is integrated across the range, in continuous rotation, which prevents fatigue and that some impressions are refurzan other. The fine counterpoint prevents disaggregation and makes it difficult to analyze because the show requires a show before and necessarily leads to the show next, forming living chain that can not be interrupted.
The technical and aesthetic logic, we know few books so harmoniously built, not only in our literature.
To take a Chilean perspective, the highest it could Thief Son of competition, but even more vast and extraordinary chapters in its current profound and sustained Rojas's novel features the same masterful composition and these two levels of social classes becomes fascinating Donoso's work. Neither the "tension" life without crack or abandonment, the fullness that comes and develops as playing, who savors life and feel its bitterness, that touches the minimum things and not lose sight of the elders.
complaint will be armed rudeness and crudeness of language free to brutality. There is, of course, a book for women. The knife penetrates the meat up inside, followed by thermo-cautery. Did you notice that despite all, never drops in quality or pleasure in the indecency? We respect the sensitive stomachs and the sensitive palate who refuse such brew, but as in a domestic chapter of the characters calls "a drink for men," should note that this reading is not "suitable for minors."
Even in the moral, social, national, not recommended for anyone. The bitterness, sourness, nihilism, despair, the permeate to the core. No faith in anything. Neither love, nor beauty, nor in the family, or religion, or philosophy, or science. The huge old dying permeates your mortal skeleton and goes slowly, dissecting, dissolving it and going crazy. She knows and sees, because it's crazy, because the world is a creation of mad and madness only understands. Insults, insults that the nonagenarian ferocious madman throws her grandson, her maid, to their former servants, those who approach him, just to become realities, corrupt the air around the little girl, your field innocent stealing and giving, the grandson apathetic, attached to the terrible grandmother, ends up mad, and even those pillars domestic ancillary these deities, these giant institutions, old maids, they end up drunk when, to celebrate their love, deserted the house of visitors who did not attend, the crown, because she was queen and was holy, they dance in his presence and stay asleep while the old woman, who was given a few sips to animate it, faints and comes completely without knowing at the time of his death.
Work "death ash heap, apology or requiem for a dead body? Maybe.
Indeed, if man obeyed the logic, closing the last page of this book should open the window of her twenty-fourth floor and "plunge into the void." But writing is, and what test Donoso powerful argument-that we are irrational, that the madness takes us, we do not understand the words and, instead of making that decision, viewed from the top of a tower, the show oceanic river, and forest the giant illuminated snow, red and incredible, with thousands and thousands of eyes of fire, feeling absolutely wonderful experience and we think it is worth to be born and exist, not only to watch the parade of lighted ships, entering and going, coming from all corners of the earth, but also, and filled in such contemplation, to reopen the pages of the volume and back to admire his demonstration that nothing is worth nothing, that everything is misery and distress of mind and what better would be to die for, definitely get some rest.
("El Mercurio, January 19, 1958)
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