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A police sergeant searches for someone (perhaps a hunchback) and a nameless young woman (red-haired, a drug addict, a witness) sodomized by a cop--or is it the narrator? A collation of 56 \"scenes\" set in 1980 Barcelona.
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Woes of the true policeman
\"An unfinished masterpiece from the author of THE SAVAGE DETECTIVES and 2666\"-- Provided by publisher.
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The dinner guest
\"An autobiographical novel that pieces together the kidnap and murder of her grandfather, reflecting on the impact of private pain and public tragedy\"-- Provided by publisher.
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Stories from the age of computers and the legacy of Pinochet
\"My Documents\" is the Chilean writer [Alejandro Zambra]'s first collection of short stories and at the same time his longest book to date -- at 240-odd pages, it's a veritable tome next to \"Bonsai\" (2008, 86 pages), \"The Private Lives of Trees\" (2010, 98 pages) and \"Ways of Going Home\" (2013, 160 pages). These slight, intimate novels created a stir when they appeared in English, attracting readers who appreciated their meshing of Barthesian inquiry with the muffled malaise of daily life in post-Pinochet Chile. Their chronicles of diffident romances or precarious domestic arrangements set the stage for intensely affecting examinations of the mechanics of fiction. Behind this anger is a sense of being adrift, of living in a kind of limbo. More extreme cases of aimlessness present themselves in \"The Most Chilean Man in the World\" and \"Family Life.\" In the former, Rodrigo decides on a whim to surprise his girlfriend in Belgium, only to be rejected and left close to penniless wandering the streets of Brussels. This fable of haplessness hinges on a joke (deftly rendered by [Megan McDowell], whose matter-of-fact translation suits Mr. Zambra well) and is much lighter than the cutting \"Family Life,\" in which 40-year-old Martin house-sits for a distant cousin and entangles himself in lies. At the start of his stay, he admits to his college professor cousin that he doesn't like to read (\"The last thing I would ever do is read a book. Sorry\") and that damning admission gives way to a whole catalog of failings. The darkness of some of these stories (especially the brutal final entry, \"Artist's Rendition\") gives Mr. Zambra's work new dimension, but some of the best are those in which he flirts with sentimentality, working a more characteristic vein in which he has few peers. In the lovely \"Camilo,\" the narrator tells the story of his father's godson, a charismatic kid who takes the narrator under his wing. Camilo's father was exiled from Pinochet's Chile and lives abroad, and Camilo's own life takes a tragic turn. Years later, the narrator meets Camilo's father in Amsterdam, and they talk about soccer and the past. Their unremarkable conversation ends on an emotional note, and the narrator says: \"I think that the story can't end like that. ... But that's how it ends.\"
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Space invaders : a novel
\"A leading Latin American writer effortlessly builds a choral and constantly shifting image of young life in the waning years of the dictatorship in Chile. In her short but intricately layered novel, she summons the collective memory of a generation, rescuing felt truth from the oblivion of official history\"-- Provided by publisher.
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'My Documents,' by Alejandro Zambra
Alejandro Zambra's stories draw from the age of computers and the legacy of Pinochet.
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You dreamed of empires
\"From a visionary Mexican author, a hallucinatory, revelatory, colonial revenge story that reimagines the fall of Tenochtitlan. One morning in 1519, conquistador Hernán Cortés entered the city of Tenochtitlan - today's Mexico City. Later that day, he would meet the emperor Moctezuma in a collision of two worlds, two empires, two languages, two possible futures. Cortés was accompanied by his nine captains, his troops, and his two translators: Friar Aguilar, a taciturn, former slave, and Malinalli, a strategic, former princess. Greeted at a ceremonial welcome meal by the steely princess Atotoxli, sister and wife of Moctezuma, the Spanish nearly bungle their entrance to the city. As they await their meeting with Moctezuma - who is at a political, spiritual, and physical crossroads, and relies on hallucinogens to get himself through the day and in quest for any kind of answer from the gods - the Spanish are ensconced in the labyrinthine palace. Soon, one of Cortés's captains, Jazmín Caldera, overwhelmed by the grandeur of the city, begins to question the ease with which they were welcomed into the city, and wonders at the risks of getting out alive, much less conquering the empire. You Dreamed of Empires brings to life Tenochtitlan at its height, and reimagines its destiny. The incomparably original Alvaro Enrigue sets afire the moment of conquest and turns it into a moment of revolution, a restitutive, fantastical counter-attack, in a novel so electric and so unique that it feels like a dream\"-- Provided by publisher.
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Observer: THE NEW REVIEW: Books: PAPERBACK OF THE WEEK: Why Translation Matters, Edith Grossman, YALE UNIVERSITY PRESS, pounds 10.99
In three essays, [Edith Grossman], who in 2007 was invited by Yale University to present the first lecture in a series titled Why X Matters, addresses the general nature of translation as well as the specific challenges of translating Cervantes and poetry, drawing mostly on her experience of translating Don Quixote and the poetry of Spain's Golden Age (she is also known for her translations of contemporary Latin American literature, particularly Gabriel Garcia Marquez and Mario Vargas Llosa). Grossman's most radical article of belief is that the translator is the equal of the writer. She describes how one of her students asked whether, in The Autumn of the Patriarch, they were reading translator Gregory Rabassa or Garcia Marquez. \"My first, unthinking response was 'Rabassa, of course,' and then a beat later, I added, 'and Garcia Marquez.'\"
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