It seemed that new generations of narrators wanted to descend from the base with the same confidence that they had learned from their prose, but perhaps they would take it completely and get closer to it. Because the truth is that I'm still up at the top of the 20th century Mexican novel. The best example is Juan Pablo Villalobos, who in his novel
I'm selling you a dog (2015) seems to be making up with a group of fanatics and old readers of the excessive title cat
Palinuro in Mexico (1977), but on the contrary: he pays a burning gift in his playground because he really owes everything.
He emphasized the respect for his long bearded beard and the elegance of the Parnassian dandy on the wheelchair's wheelchair, which in 2013 was undermined by a series of cerebral infarctions that he suffered in 2013. The illness that has taken away his speech will receive the Cervantes prize in 2015 and become the sixth Mexican, which are distinguished by the highest award of Spanish letters.
Fernando del Paso was actually an irreparable prankster, the master of sense of humor as a corpse, as he was superior – the same as he showed in his works – this has always shortened the distance with his natural Radelian surplus. In fact, he was regular and one of the most beloved FIL Guadalajara's people, whose opening he will attend, is the next 24. But this will not happen again because Fernando del Paso died yesterday, at 83, on the same capital of the state of Jalisco, where since 1992 he lived with his family.
With a broad humanistic and cosmopolitan culture, based on two decades of diplomatic mission between London and Paris, Del Paso belonged to a generation of the middle ages – along with giants such as Salvador Elizondo and José Emilio Pacheco – or, as I sarcastically said, on a tail
boom"With only three parts, it became the paradigm of a Mexican historical novel: witty
José Trigo (1966), perhaps under the influence of Rulff; your favorite
Palinuro in Mexico (1977), which was received by Rómulo Gallegos in 1982, and
News about the Empire (1987), about the ephemeral emperors of the 19th century Aztec country, the highest from Habsburg and Charlotte from Belgium. Even if I would flirt with the policeman late
Linda 67: The history of the crime (1995).
If his efforts to communicate the "sense of history", as he himself said, he did in any case with a daring avant-garde and ridiculous self-confidence. There is no doubt that the massacre of Tlatelolco in 1968 was at its core
Palinuro in Mexico, but the surface is variegate and somewhat dreamy
collage, without a recognizable argument, about the absurd adventures of a medical student. Perhaps from there, from autobiographical, this was his favorite novel, since young Fernando del Paso also left medical studies because he could not stand blood.
In addition to the novel, Del Paso worked on poetry, in which he debuted in 1958 with
Sonnets of the diaries– especially in his later years, with a handful of songs; also the theater, and especially the essay. Emphasize your work on Juan José Arreoli
Memory and forgetting (1994),
Travel around El Quijot (2004) and
Under the shadow of history. Essays on Islam and Judaism (2011), whose second volume remained incomplete.
The perfect intellectual, Fernando del Paso, has invited his colleagues who have "broken up some reality" to "engage and renounce injustice". And he did it to the end, with much less diplomacy than before and greater force. When faced with the political break of his country, after receiving Cervantes, he said: "We are against the principle of a totalitarian state that we can not allow."