Mechanism Relative Bradycardia

And the author? Walking in the rain

Staba E standing before a book market that separates a road with heavy traffic. I imagine an aerial shot with irregular rows of cars like an ocean current unusual and there, in that island. Location suggesting the possibility of symbolism, because it is subject to the chaos that goes up and down, the neurosis "in crescendo" of drivers when they know that light comes change. And that island there, covered with words, swallowed by the sun every half days.

Literature as pause, trying to reflect on some of those stories chaos without intervening directly, or something. Read, reflect, is a serious business in a city where you can risk his life to come up with a text at the best price, volume and forgotten by the press, retired.

I went through all the shelves asking for "Author." The first librarian, who wanted to lower a Perec and reissue edition Savage Detectives Bolaño , he said he did not know this gentleman and that insurance will not ask because it would cost to sell work. Were you listening well? Leaning on my reading I tried some heteronymous some of those masks that used to sneak out of the first person or autobiographical. However, the result was the same.

I kept asking

Have you seen the Lord "Author" for these properties? All items, accompanied by a tangle of disjointed gestures, the same refusal. A ridiculous scenario but not entirely negligible began touring the body: Have I fallen into a kind of parallel reality where "The Author" never was needed? This can happen only by being part of the text itself, one of his novels. Is this not the case, as he often times included without nerve.

walked with a slight dizziness over, trying to coordinate my steps as I clung to any conclusions, with the disadvantage of being unable to verify any at the moment. The books filled the little footage of the kiosks. A simple structure and metallic coated with the same dust that covered every one of the texts in this market.

I began by checking if there Anagrama books. Everything was familiar, But if Perec and are Bolaño Anagram! remembered. Were all the others: Berti, Fogwill, Onetti, Pasternak in an English edition, Le Clezio, Mastretta, for God's sake, but "The Author" trace. I wanted to call to tell and pass the phone to either of them but I remembered that I have never had their number and dismissed that possibility. I walked, it was all I had.

Photos: 1. © Lomo Cam / 2. © Mö & Bius