By Rafael Gumucio
cultural journalist finds nothing good, nothing bad, quite interesting, symptomatic rare. Finds Bukowsky Manuel Rojas is our or our Chekhov or our Hemingway. But it never comes to the discovery that Manuel Rojas Manuel Rojas is simply our, and as such, should read it.
I think the biography of a young Mexican writer first saw this strange nickname: cultural journalist. What journalism is not cultural? When Kapuscinski writes about African football, do or not journalism cultural, I asked in horror.
cultural journalist, explained to me later, is an honorable way to call the reporter to interview artists and review new books and exhibitions, to supplement or culture pages of newspapers, magazines or websites. A species rather shy and lazy journalists that, like it or not, belong fatally.
cultural journalist, explained to me later, is an honorable way to call the reporter to interview artists and review new books and exhibitions, to supplement or culture pages of newspapers, magazines or websites. A species rather shy and lazy journalists that, like it or not, belong fatally.
Those who have written and write sections of a newspaper culture know that we have only two alternatives. Or let us glued to the obituary page, and we are the laughingstock of the rest of the day, or get confused with the most vital entertainment section, which, moreover, the directors Newspapers and magazines often resemble naturally.
cultural journalist living in this dilemma, writes about people and centuries past, but have to convert the only thing that can not be: in urgent events.
Thus, paradoxically, like the art because it sells more. You need stories to tell. She loves to write a Japanese and English, or who kills his wife. Loves to ride bikes philosophers, writers who talk about football, the transvestites who speak evil of the world, feminists of lips, the writers too young to resist posing dress or have girlfriends Musketeer singers.
Thus, paradoxically, like the art because it sells more. You need stories to tell. She loves to write a Japanese and English, or who kills his wife. Loves to ride bikes philosophers, writers who talk about football, the transvestites who speak evil of the world, feminists of lips, the writers too young to resist posing dress or have girlfriends Musketeer singers.
cultural journalist is full of taste, because it has no taste, is full of opinions, because they have no opinion. Faced with a naked book shakes. Calculate the number of pages, about his home, his readers, quoted Borges, a Brahms or John Lennon, look for key characters that lurk in the novel, gives lessons on syntax, everything and anything to not issue a trial. You can not afford to exclude anyone. You must complete page you have to recycle everything it finds. Thus, it can be freaky cult and the cult to be canonical. The irony always saved, and allows you to agree and disagree with everything and everyone, depending on who is the centenary What science-fiction novelist's hot, what Nabokov must discover a new hobby, loving, obsession, secrets or children.
cultural journalist finds nothing good, nothing bad, quite interesting, symptomatic rare. Discover Manuel Rojas is our Chekhov Bukowsky or our or our Hemingway. But it never comes to the discovery that Manuel Rojas Manuel Rojas is simply our, and as such should read it. He is a master in talking about novels like soap operas, and records as movies and films judged by his director of photography or the hair of the actresses.
Great editor back cover and flaps, good animator forums, useful book publicist go unnoticed without it, becomes dangerous when a species completely dominates the food chain of the literature. Somehow, what we call postmodernism is the arrival of this species rather marginal fifty years ago the entire domain of our culture. Damian Hirsh in the painting is the very symbol of that coup. Neither the university, dedicated to the glory of the cross transsexual, has resisted the rule of the colorful, the domain of the actual, as reportable.
Today, nobody seems so strange that writers are dedicated to recommending albums, movies and restaurants, as if being a writer was synonymous with having good taste. When you write novels, not a few of my colleagues are set to what anniversary is being celebrated, what will be remembered forgotten writer, what Central European culture will be reassessed when his book out of print. Not their fault, your subconscious is coated and top five lists, and actresses fetishes that replace real intimacy by artificial hygienically. On this false intimacy, collectors nerd with a bad taste very fashionable, most are written contemporary novels.
David Foster Wallace killed himself this month. Happily for cultural journalists hanged himself in a very reportable, just as they beginning to forget. Golden boy of his generation, tennis player, author of a novel than a thousand pages full of notes as footnotes, defender of the locusts, magician postmodern, sarcastic critic of his country, a martyr for his generation, cultural journalists have a thousand things to say about it. Nobody tells me, however, why should I read his books. Adored
, overrated, underrated, forgotten, before being truly himself, Foster Wallace embodied each and every one of the fantasies of cultural journalists. He was killed because he was sick and frail, but perhaps in the very depths of his mind he thought that this was the only how they could read their books without filling of adjectives before. Perhaps he thought that far from the trouble of cultural journalists could get to the quiet limbo obituary writers
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