Articles tagged "Chilean Literature"


Ode to Ángel Cruchaga

Ángel, I remember in my childhood, southern and shaken by rain and wind, suddenly your wings, the flight of your sparkling poetry, the starry tunic filling the night, the roads, with phosphoric…...

Ode to the Andean Cordillera

Once again, from up high, flying over  the sky, you appeared, white and obscure  cordillera of my homeland. Before then, the great airplane  crossed great seas, jungles, deserts. Everything…...

Ode to Juan Tarrea

Yes, you know America, Tarrea. You know it. In the helpless Peru, you looted the tombs. To the small villager, to the Andean Indian, Tarrea, protector,  gave his hand, but retreated it with its rings.…...

Roberto Ampuero’s “The Neruda Case”

Never meet your heroes—you’ll only be disappointed, or so they say. For Cayetano Brulé, the mild-mannered protagonist of the Chilean Roberto Ampuero’s sumptuous new novel, that…...

From “Ayer”

The bronze bells of Los Jeronimos tolled the noon hour. We were hungry. We headed for the Basilica restaurant, which was the closest, and sat down at a table.  My wife ordered:            …...

Alejandro Zambra’s “The Private Lives of Trees”

“He has just finished a very short book; nevertheless, it took several years to write. At first he gathered materials: he accumulated almost three hundred pages; but he gradually reversed course,…...

from “Tales of the Autumn in Gerona”

A woman—I should say a stranger—who caresses you, jokes with you, is sweet with you and brings you to the edge of the abyss. There, the character cries ah or pales. As though he were within…...

Reflections

Penetrate it and you'll better understand: life is revealed to us in a painted reflection.   Last night I killed my son Mauro. OK, it wasn't exactly me who did it. All I did was give the VIP…...

Love of Chile

For love of Chile, for love of all things from north to south, east and west all that opens, all that speaks White-water rivers and glaciered peaks touch and speak words of love because in this world all…...

A Great Conversation on 2666

I think I could have listened to Francisco Goldman tell stories all night long, despite the heat raditating from over a hundred of us standing, eager Bolaño fans at Idlewild Bookstore Thursday night.…...

Bankruptcy

Don't speak to me of liquidity, I'm consumptive, debts and more debts accumulate in columns of fear. I couldn't carry the crushing mortgage I couldn't shake the bankruptcy that weighs like…...

from “Road Story”

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Death Penalty

The worst is waking up in the morning thinking nothing can ever be the same and you have to get up and bathe and make coffee as always and leave for work as always as if nothing had happened though everything's…...

Fantasy in Black and White

Fantasy in Black and White I'm lying on my sickbed a smoking cigarette between my fingers I drink a glass of whiskey and soda while I listen to a Duke Ellington CD His heart has died a supernatural…...

Weather Report

My wife was the weather woman She predicted her friends' sexual temperature without ever being wrong She announced with barometric precision the storms that threatened our neighbors She was wrong just…...

Secretary of State

You washed your conscience and hung it up on a line where the clean clothes dry But drops of dirty water fell and formed a pool and then a muddy river that flowed out to sea Through that sea battleships…...

Borges, Bolaño and the Return of the Epic

During their lifetimes, Jorge Luis Borges and Roberto Bolaño struggled against vanity and all things pretentious, aspirational, ordinary, and obliging. They are peculiar cases in literature, ones…...

from “One Year”

An Introduction to Juan Emar by Pablo Neruda1 I knew Juan Emar intimately and yet I never knew him. He had great friends who he never met. Women who never touched more than his skin. A relative they put…...

August Song

My love many things could have happened in August but will not happen many fireflies could have shone in your eyes but will not shine and the month of August will be buried without pomp or circumstance…...

Co ecos Astri:  Xul Solar of Buenos Aires

Xul said of himself: "I am maestro of a writing no one reads yet" and "I am world champion of a game no one knows." But Jorge Luis Borges, who was influenced by him, said: "Xul took on the task of reforming…...