Paryż, Marcin Jankowski

Looking HTMLXC winter, I decided to recap, make an inventory of gleaning stories, those stories that, in the warm bosom of a book of stories, I have been trapped by their own means, I have left the imprint of your teeth in memory, the bite well marked.

A book of stories is a range Maso narrower, short stories, maso less successful, for an audience Maso less impressionable, with a long-term memory maso less reliable.

After reading a collection of stories most of the time, over time, only guardamos a general impression, favorable or unfavorable, a kind of memory of the atmosphere that was the set of stories, separate but united by the power ineffably narrative of the author, author, authors, for their expertise to express language or by its form number, of facing the world. You can also get a slight grounds: the grounds of the concrete and then remember the precise use of a word, a puzzling picture, a scene shockingly bland, but told with such skill that was never answer intimate questions put black on white. What is unusual is that between the leaves of a book of short stories, without us propongamos unconsciously, recognize one of those stories that meet the stringent demands secret that memory for a narrative from falling into the abyss of oblivion and become a reference sea buoy, which we Always hold on to lose the foot.

these stories are saved because they leave in us a deep impression vaunted , almost a trademark of iron and fire. We define, or at least define the moment, the era in which we captured, but never stop with us. We remember them, we invade, unexpected waves, and they often return as the tongue in the hollow of the tooth loss. indelible included cough Birds bring the sun. RBA LIBROS, 2004.

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