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A Classic Of Mexican Modern Literature About A Haunted VillageAs One Enters Juan Rulfo S Legendary Novel, One Follows A Dusty Road To A Town Of Death Time Shifts From One Consciousness To Another In A Hypnotic Flow Of Dreams, Desires, And Memories, A World Of Ghosts Dominated By The Figure Of Pedro P Ramo Lover, Overlord, MurdererRulfo S Extraordinary Mix Of Sensory Images, Violent Passions, And Unfathomable Mysteries Has Been A Profound Influence On A Whole Generation Of Latin American Writers, Including Carlos Fuentes, Mario Vargas Llosa, And Gabriel Garc A M Rquez To Read Pedro P Ramo Today Is As Overwhelming An Experience As When It Was First Published In Mexico Back In


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    Vivo en conversaci n con los difuntos Y con mis ojos escucho a los muertos Francisco de QuevedoHay libros que son m gicos Libros que hechizan Libros que atrapan al lector desde sus l neas y que juegan con l a su gusto Libros que tienen ese poder de envolvernos dentro de un halo de magia, misterio y belleza Uno de esos libros se llama Pedro P ramo y fue escrito en 1955 por Juan Rulfo, un correcto y simple empleado administrativo del Departamento de Migraci n del D.F mexicano quien, sin saberlo se transformar a en el mito literario m s glorioso que dio M xico puedo afirmar esto sin titubear pero con el aliciente de tener escritos tan s lo un pu ado de libros.Para ser exactos escribi tres libros ste, su magn fica colecci n de cuentos El llano en llamas y El gallo de oro , su ltima novela, escrita cuando Rulfo ya se hab a retirado para siempre de la escritura y por pedido insistente del medio literario que le imploraba no abandonar ese don tan maravilloso que pose a para escribir.Ese libro, que originalmente se llam El hijo del desconsuelo , ten a m s de trescientas p ginas, pero Rulfo decidi deshacerse de todo lo superfluo, repetitivo o exageradamente detallista para transformarlo en una novela de poco m s de cien p ginas con el texto justo para la complejidad que posee.Como dije, Pedro P ramo es un libro que a m me hechiza, me sorprende, enciende todos mis sentidos Es m gico, nico, imposible de imitar, distinto, eterno como la muerte que recorre sus hojas.La t cnica narrativa de Rulfo es maravillosa lleva a su narrador, Juan Preciado, a partir de la promesa que le hace a su madre, Dolores Preciado, a iniciar su camino en busca de su padre, Pedro P ramo, sin saber que es uno de los tantos hijos que este hombre, que fuera caudillo, amo y se or de su pueblo y para ello recorre las desoladas calles de Comala, un aut ntico ghost town en donde se encontrar con lo sobrenatural, lo fant stico y lo ilusorio Pedro P ramo no es un libro para lectores desprevenidos Requiere una atenci n extrema y una concentraci n necesaria para no perderse como su narrador sin saber qu es lo que realmente est sucediendo mientras leemos la historia.Es que es precisamente all donde Rulfo utiliza una t cnica narrativa nica, pocas veces vista en otros libros y que consiste, por un lado de interpolar los di logos de Juan Preciado con las personas que encuentra y ve o cree ver y que son los muertos que alguna vez pisaron ese pueblo.Otra caracter stica genial de la novela son esos saltos temporales al pasado y sus vueltas al presente de Juan Preciado Cuando el lector termina de entender qu es realmente lo que pasa, se encontrar con infinidad de an cdotas del Pedro P ramo ni o, adolescente y adulto, pero tambi n de otros personajes claves del libro como lo son Dolores Preciado, Eduviges Dyada, Abundio Mart nez, Susana San Juan, Damiana Cisneros, Fulgor Sedano, Miguel P ramo y el Padre Renter a.Para complicar la trama de la novela, Rulfo se vale de no dividirla en cap tulos sino de escribirla desgran ndola en sesenta y nueve fragmentos que trabajan a dos planos, esto es, por un lado el plano de Juan Preciado de c mo narra su historia, de lo que le sucede luego de llegar a Comala adem s de c mo es su final all , en ese pueblo y en el otro plano el de los otros personajes con los ya mencionados saltos espaciales y temporales que transforman a Pedro P ramo en una novela puzzle, compleja pero de alt simo vuelo po tico y narrativo.Varias frases de este libro son tan hermosas que me es imposible dejar de incluirlas en esta rese a Cito algunas Aquello est sobre las brasas de la tierra, en la mera boca del Infierno Con decirle que muchos de los que all se mueren, al llegar al Infierno vuelven por sus cobijas Cada suspiro es como un sorbo de vida del que uno se que se deshace Encontrar s m s cercana la voz de mis recuerdos que la de mi muerte, si es que alguna vez la muerte ha tenido alguna voz La ilusi n Eso cuesta caro A m me cost vivir m s de lo debido La muerte no se reparte como si fuera un bien Nadie anda en busca de tristezas Nada puede durar tanto, no existe ning n recuerdo por intenso que sea que no se apague Esos animales nunca duermen son como el Diablo, que siempre anda buscando almas para llev rselas al Infierno Comala es una especie de Infierno Al menos lo es para sus almas en pena Los muertos no s lo deambulan por el pueblo como fantasmas que son, sino que siguen sinti ndose como vivos dentro de sus sepulturas se mueven, escuchan y hablan como en Bobok , ese cuento de Dostoievski.Personalmente posiciono a Comala como el precursor de Macondo y sostengo que este libro es de un realismo m gico distinto al de Gabriel Garc a M rquez porque traspasa los l mites de la vida y la muerte durante toda la novela Por ejemplo, en Cien a os de soledad , Aureliano Buend a, ya muerto, permanece atado al casta o del patio, pero es s lo uno de los tantos personajes de esa novela, mientras que aqu , en Pedro P ramo incluye a la totalidad de los que habitan el pueblo.Nada es real Juan Preciado no puede asegurar que aquellos a los que ve est n vivos porque est ya lejos de discernir esta diferencia e inevitablemente va siendo arrastrado al mismo final Es vapuleado por un entorno que no puede dominar y lentamente se va transformando en uno m s de Comala, ese pueblo imaginario que Rulfo recre a partir otros que conoci Talpa, Sayula, su pueblo natal, San Gabriel, el de su adolescencia, Jalisco y otros m s aparece en la novela de dos maneras, el Comala id lico o ideal, que es la que sue an de j venes Susana San Juan, Dolores Preciado y hasta el mismo Pedro P ramo y el Comala infernal ese pueblo devastado, rido y fantasmal en donde s lo sopla el viento y se resecan las piedras al sol.A veces pienso en Rulfo y en su corta pero muy contundente carrera literaria tan s lo dos novelas y un libro de cuentos Pensar que si uno colocara estos libros junto a los de otros tan prol ficos como Balzac o Dickens no tendr a reparos en reconocer que no hace falta escribir miles y miles de p ginas para transformarse en un escritor inmortal Y Juan Rulfo se lo merece con creces Por eso es eterno.


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    The sun was tumbling over things, giving them form once again The ruined, sterile earth lay before him. There are passages of Juan Rulfo s exquisite Pedro P ramo that I want to cut out and hang upon my walls like a valuable painting Because that is what this novel is, a purely beautiful surrealistic painting of a hellish Mexico where words are the brushstrokes and the ghastly, ghostly tone is the color palate Rulfo s short tale is an utter masterpiece, and the forerunner of magical realism a dark swirling fog of surrealism and horror that is both simple and weightless, yet weighs heavy like an unpardonable sin upon the readers heart and soul Nights around here are filled with ghosts You should see all the spirits walking through the streets As soon as it is dark they begin to come out No one likes to see them There s so many of them and so few of us that we don t even make the effort to pray for them any, to help them out of their purgatory We don t have enough prayers to go around Then there are our sins on top of theirs None of us still living is in God s grace We can t lift up our eyes, because they re filled with shame. When Juan Preciado visit s his mother s home of Comala to his father, the long deceased and pure bile of a man, Pedro P ramo, he finds a town of rot and decay filled with ghosts, both figuratively and literally This is a place of utter damnation, where the sins of a family are so strong that their bloodstained hands have tainted and tarnished the immortal souls of all they come in contact with, leaving in their wake a trail of withered, writhing spirits condemned to forever inhabit their hellish homes There is nothing pleasant aside from the intense, striking poetry of Rulfo s words to be found in the history of Comala, a town burdened by a list of sins so long and dark that even the preacher s soul cannot escape from the vile vortex Life is hard as it is The only thing that keeps you going is the hope that when you die you ll be lifted off this mortal coil but when they close one door to you and the only one left open is the door to Hell, you re better off not being born This violent, vitriolic landscape forges an unforgettable portrait of Rulfo s Mexico, eternally encapsulating his vision into the glorious dimensions of myth The small novel reads like a bedtime story meant to instill good morality in children through fear, while still enchanting their mind s eye with a disintegrating stage furnished by crumbling, cadaverous buildings and populated by doomed phantoms His style is phenomenal, effortlessly swapping between past and present, character to character, all in order to build a montage of madness and damnation.Rulfo s book is easily digested in a sitting or two, yet will nourish or cling like a parasite to your literary soul for an eternity A dazzling surrealism coupled with a simple, yet potent prose make this an unforgettable classic, and one that has inspired many great authors since its first printing A hellish portrait of society, brilliantly incorporating political events to help illustrate an abominable image of the dark side of Mexican history, Rulfo immortalizes himself and his homeland into myth and legend A must read that will haunt you like the pale specters whose voices echo forever in the streets of Comala.4.5 5 This town is filled with echoes It s like they were trapped behind the walls, or beneath the cobblestones When you walk you feel like someone s behind you, stepping in your footsteps You hear rustlings And people laughing Laughter that sounds used up And voices worn away by the years. Gabriel Garc a M rquez, who once said of Rulfo s novel I could recite the whole book, forwards and backwards, Rediscovering Pedro P ramo , credits the book as playing a major chord of inspiration in his brand of magical realism.


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    Pedro P ramo Pedro Paramo 1955 , Juan RulfoPedro Paramo is a novel written by Juan Rulfo about a man named Juan Preciado who travels to his recently deceased mother s hometown, Comala, to find his father, only to come across a literal ghost town populated, that is, by spectral figures Paramo was a key influence on Latin American writers such as Gabriel Garc a M rquez Gabriel Garc a M rquez has said that he felt blocked as a novelist after writing his first four books and that it was only his life changing discovery of Pedro P ramo in 1961 that opened his way to the composition of his masterpiece, One Hundred Years of Solitude Moreover, Garc a M rquez claimed that he could recite the whole book, forwards and backwards Jorge Luis Borges considered Pedro Paramo to be one of the greatest texts written in any language Pedro Paramo has been translated into than 30 different languages and the English version has sold than a million copies in the United States 1990 1363 133 1371 20 1395 176 9789649027081 1395 176 9789649042091


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    She your mother told me you were coming She said you d arrive today My mother my mother is dead Oh, then that s why her voice sounded so weak This book, really a novella 120 pages , is a Mexican classic, an early example of magical realism It s original, startling, unique According to Wikipedia Gabriel Garc a M rquez has said that he felt blocked as a novelist after writing his first four books and that it was only his life changing discovery of Pedro P ramo in 1961 that opened his way to the composition of his masterpiece, One Hundred Years of Solitude Jorge Luis Borges considered Pedro P ramo to be one of the greatest texts written in any language A man s mother dies and he promised her on her death bed that he would go back to her village to meet his father, Don Pedro, whom he has never met Near the village he meets a man who tells him Pedro was his father too and that He s hate He s just pure hate The god forsaken village is dead or dying and it s filled with ghosts Maybe a few are real people, but most are ghosts The village is full of echoes Perhaps they got trapped in the hollow of the walls, or under the stones When you walk in the street you can hear other footsteps, and rustling noises, and laughter Old laughter, as if it were tired of laughing by now And voices worn out with use You can hear all this I think someday these sounds will die away It s hard to keep track of who is who and who is alive Maybe they are all dead Perhaps this is purgatory because there is a lot of talk of the priest, confessions, and waiting for sins to be forgiven Can t you see my sins Can t you see those purple stains, like impetigo And that s only on the outside Inside I m a sea of mud The noises that the ghosts hear are constant and Stephen Kingish screams, animals, men banging on doors with guns.A very short book, well worth a read and quite a trip Catorce, a Mexican ghost town from dailymail.co.uk Photo of the author 1917 1986 from notimerica.com


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    RANCORE VIVENTEQuesto Pedro P ramo, un rancore vivente Perch era prepotente, come nessuno, e pi di tutti Perch ha fatto il bello e il cattivo tempo, il bello per s , il cattivo per gli altri Perch ha disseminato quella parte di Messico di figli, tranne uno, tutti figli non riconosciuti Francisco Goya Pellegrinaggio a San Isidro , 1820 23, Madrid, Prado Goya viene spesso in mente leggendo queste pagine.Rulfo va all essenziale, se scrive un saluto, tralascia la risposta.E io ho problemi con la gente che si lascia, o chiude una conversazione, senza salutare, ancora peggio se evita di rispondere al saluto dell interlocutore Gli stessi problemi, che per antitesi, ho con chi, come da invalsa pratica, si accommiata dicendo ciao ciao ciao ciao ciao ciao In questo, mi rendo conto, ricalco le orme del Moretti di Palombella rossa Ma Nanni, che piacciano i suoi film o meno, ormi davvero patrimonio nazionale, citato almeno quanto Tot E pi di Albertone.E ho problemi col realismo magico E quindi dovrei avere problemi anche con questo Pedro P ramo, che da qualcuno viene considerato il padre del realismo magico, e si dice abbia ispirato a Marquez il suo celebre capolavoro.Invece, non ne ho, non problemi con Rulfo.Ancora Goya I due vecchi , 1820 23, Madrid, Prado.Come dicevo, Rulfo salta i convenevoli Cos come salta nel tempo, i piani temporali si susseguono bruschi senza avvertimento Bruschi, e magici I sessanta e passa anni di vita di questo romanzo sembrano ieri, o oggi, ma anche domani.Rulfo compie altri salti per esempio quello di punto di vista, ora un narratore intradiegetico, ora invece extradiegetico, ora autodiegetico ora eterodiegetico, ora omodiegetico, ora invece diegetico io invece non salto, li elenco tutti.Altrettanto repentinamente si passa dal tu al lei ma siccome quel tu dura una battuta sola, mi viene da pensare che sia opera maldestra di Einaudi, non di Rulfo.Una delle bellissime fotografie di Juan Rulfo.I morti parlano, i morti passano a salutare prima di andar via definitivamente, i morti si mescolano ai vivi, si muore di tristezza, si muore sospirando, perch ogni sospiro come un sorso di vita che se ne va, Rulfo sa come gestire la magia.E io, che credo poco all aldiqua, men che meno all aldil , mi scopro ad avere una fascinazione particolare per la letteratura dove i morti si mescolano ai vivi, quasi fosse difficile separarli Penso al magnifico romanzo di Satta, Il giorno del giudizio, penso ovviamente a Spoon River Leggere Pedro P ramo un po come sognare un sogno triste e confuso.Versione del dio serpente piumato Quetzalcoat che si mangia la coda, Ouroboros.Dopo un breve inizio, in cui l apparente protagonista Juan Preciado parte alla ricerca del padre mai conosciuto, il Pedro P ramo del titolo, perch lo ha promesso alla madre nte, dopo poche pagine ci si perde in un universo altro, in un intrico di storie che sembra le radici di una pianta amazzonica, in una circolarit che ricorda l Uroboro e annulla il presente nel passato.Rulfo si guadagn da vivere scrivendo e fotografando, ma la scrittura fu soprattutto cinematografica, le opere narrative sono una manciata E viene da pensare che la gabbia e le griglie delle sceneggiature lo spinsero a scatenarsi quando dedito a romanzi e racconti A scatenarsi in un febbricitante delirio.Un altra magnifica fotografia di Juan Rulfo.


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    Juan Rulfo was one of those who stood at the beginning of magic realism Pedro P ramo is a descent into the hell of human memory, a plunge into an abyss of the dire past the hero travels to find his father but he finds himself astray in the land of the dead.Behind him, as he left, he heard the murmuring.I am lying in the same bed where my mother died so long ago on the same mattress, beneath the same black wool coverlet she wrapped us in to sleep I slept beside her, her little girl, in the special place she made for me in her arms.I think I can still feel the calm rhythm of her breathing the palpitations and sighs that soothed my sleep I think I feel the pain of her death But that isn t true.Here I lie, flat on my back, hoping to forget my loneliness by remembering those times.Because I am not here just for a while And I am not in my mother s bed but in a black box like the ones for burying the dead Because I am dead.The novel is the Gehenna of despair and the Tartarus of sorrow and there is nowhere to hide so one must pass through the labyrinth of insufferable agony.Destiny makes us travel though the strange valleys


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