El túnel

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Ernesto Sabato naci en Rojas, provincia de Buenos Aires, en 1911, hizo su doctorado en f sica y cursos de filosof a en la Universidad de La Plata, trabaj en radiaciones at micas en el Laboratorio Curie, en Francia, y abandon definitivamente la ciencia en 1945 para dedicarse exclusivamente a la literatura Ha escrito varios libros de ensayo sobre el hombre en la crisis de nuestro tiempo y sobre

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  • 158 pages
  • El túnel
  • Ernesto Sabato
  • Spanish
  • 25 March 2019
  • 9789871144266

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  1. says:

    One of the giants of Latin American literature, Ernesto S bato 1911 2011 lived most of his life in Buenos Aires, Argentina and periodically committed his own manuscripts to the flames, noting in one interview with wry satisfaction how fire is purifying Fortunately, in addition to many essays, three of his novels survive Before commenting on The Tunnel , his first novel written in 1948, some observations on his other two On Heroes and Tombs , S bato s dark, brooding 500 pager includes an entire hallucinogenic, mindbending section, Report on Blind People The novel also features young Martin and the object of his obsessive love, Alejandra, a reclusive young lady who deals with serious bouts of madness With every page turned, a reader is led ever further down murky, winding corridors of memory and imagination Not an easy read And S bato s second full length novel, The Angel of Darkness is even darker and brooding, where S bato himself takes on the role of main character and first person narrator In one outlandish scene, S bato has a nightmare where he shows up on his wedding day as groom wearing only his underwear, marrying a television celebrity with blind Jorge Luis Borges standing in as best man I mention Borges s blindness since this novel also involves a search for a Society of the Blind rud to be responsible for all the world s ills With its unique combination of magical realism and philosophic reflections, I judge this as one of the greatest novels ever written However, on this point, I am an army of one since nearly all critics and readers cite this work as dense, heavy and overly cerebral Turning to The Tunnel , Juan Pablo Castel, first person narrator of S bato s short novel, is a painter who becomes obsessed with a young woman who has a particular appreciation for a scene in one of his paintings And although The Tunnel is the same length as Camus s The Stranger and both are considered works of existential alienation, the obsessive Castel is a universe away from Meursault s indifference And to whom may we compare Castel For my money, narrators in Tommaso Landolfi s tales of obsession aristocratic and condescending down to their toes, looking at their fellow humans, even those educated and cultured, or, perhaps, especially those educated and cultured, as a rabble of vulgar, ugly, gluttonous, gross morons.Back to Castel s obsession for the young woman The opening line of the novel It should be sufficient to say that I am Juan Pablo Castel, the painter who killed Maria Iribarne Hi sits in the room where he is locked up and writes down how once he set eyes on Maria Iribarne he was driven mad by desire This is one compelling story Once I started reading, I couldn t put the book down until I finished My sense is S bato wanted his reader to do exactly that read in one sitting to get the full emotional and psychic impact of Castel s obsession At one point Castel relates a nightmare where he is in an unfamiliar house surrounded by friends and one sinister stranger We read, The man began to change me into a bird, into a man size bird He began with my feet I saw them gradually turning into something like rooster claws Then my whole body began to change, from the feet up, like water rising in a pool but when I began to speak it was at the top of my voice Then I was amazed by two facts the words I wanted to say came out as squawks, screeches that fell on my ears as desperate and alien, perhaps because there was still something human about them, and, what was infinitely worse, my friends did not hear the squawking, just as they had not seen my enormous bird body This nightmare foreshadows a scene in The Angel of Darkness where S bato walks down a street in Buenos Aires, having been transformed into a half blind, barely aware, four foot bat The theme of blindness pops up continually Maria Iribarne s husband is blind During one emotionally charged conversation, Castel accuses Maria of deceiving a blind man At another point, Castel conveys how he was blinded by the painful glare of his own shyness and at still another, how his blindness prevented him from seeing a flaw in an idea And, turns out, we can see how Castel s obsession made him blind when it came to Maria For example, the following exchange where Castel first converses with her The hardness in her face and eyes disturbed me Why is she so cold I asked myself Why Perhaps she sensed my anxiety, my hunger to communicate, because for an instant her expression softened, and she seemed to offer a bridge between us But I felt that it was a temporary and fragile bridge swaying high above an abyss Her voice was different when she added But I don t know what you will gain by seeing me I hurt everyone who comes near me.

  2. says:

    El t nel The Tunnel, Ernesto S batoThe Tunnel is a dark, psychological novel, written by Argentine writer Ernesto Sabato, about a deranged traditional painting technique, Juan Pablo Castel, and his obsession with a woman The story s title refers to the symbol for Castel s emotional and physical isolation from society, which becomes increasingly apparent as Castel proceeds to tell from his jail cell the series of events that enabled him to murder the only person capable of understanding him Marked by its existential themes, The Tunnel received enthusiastic support from Albert Camus and Graham Greene following its publication in 1948 2008 1386 174 9644482956 20 1387 160 9789649234816 .

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    Sabato s The Tunnel 1948 resembles Camus The Stranger 1942 , for both are spare, short novels featuring murderer protagonists as first person narrators, men who are profoundly alienated not only from their societies but also from any meaningful personal relationship But the two protagonists are very different from each other too Camus hero Meursault, a shipping clerk, is an unimaginative man alienated from his own emotions Sabato s hero Castel, a well known painter, experiences his emotions intensely but projects them all onto a woman, the only woman he believes who can ever fully understand him Meursault s alienation leads to a murder of indifference, Sabato s to a murder of obsession.The reader watches in growing frustration and horror as Castel poisons what might have been a brief, sweet dalliance with a married woman who notices something in one of his paintings he believed only he and his ideal woman could ever see His relentless, all consuming hunger for her absolute devotion devours each romantic encounter, draining it of joy, and further intensifying his isolation Then one day, that isolation blossoms into crime.This is a fine book about the desperate loneliness of romantic obsession If such an obsession has ever touched your life, you should find this short novel both disturbing and fascinating.So why is it called The Tunnel Sabato and Castel explains this metaphor toward the end of the book it was if the two of us had been living in parallel passageways or tunnels, never knowing that we were moving side by side, like souls in like times, finally to meet before a scene I had painted as a kind of key meant for her alone, as a kind of secret sign that I was there ahead of her and that the passageways finally had joined and the hour of our meeting had comeWhat a stupid illusion that had been that the whole story of the passageways was my own ridiculous invention and that after all there was only one tunnel, dark and solitary mine, the tunnel in which I had spent my childhood, my youth, my entire life.

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    It was just about the stroke of dawn, lilacs started to bloom, the birds were singing along, the orchestra was about to embark on, I got up early and decided to plunge myself in books, I d a few options The Tunnel, Beauty and Sadness, and Requiem A hallucination, I chose The Tunnel, for from excerpts of the book, it occurred to be an existential tale of an account of relationship of an artist Juan Pablo Castel with Maria Iribarne whom he murdered, I was listening to Shine on your crazy Diamond by Pink Floyd, the starting lines It should be sufficient to say that I am Juan Pablo Castel, the painter who killed Maria Iribarne I imagine that the trial is still in everyone s mind and that no further information about myself is necessary with the music of Pink Floyd were creating enthralling atmosphere which caught me off guard to observe that how effortlessly the author has used simplicity to convey the most profound and honest conviction by narrator, that was the very first glimpse of finesse, of the author, which only gets amplified in subsequent pages It s about recollection of actions of Castel from a prison cell, however it s neither an apology for the actions which his insanity caused him to do, nor is it a rational explanation of them Juan Pablo Castel, the first person narrator of the book, paints Motherhood which has a remote scene framed in a window in the upper let corner of canvas an empty beach and a solitary woman looking at the sea, gets preoccupied with a woman who seems to be interesting in this scene, of a window, which everyone ignores, the scene signifies absolute nostalgic loneliness, which is profound than solitude, for solitude is often self desired and rewarding at times as one gets chance to look aside form the distractions world offer us, to ponder upon your insignificant self and to nurture it with amusements you enjoy perhaps to refuel yourself, while the wistful loneliness is depressing as you feel isolated from the world and it seems to fall apart in front of your very eyes but all you could do is just to stare meekly at it the narrator feels a profound bond with her, a woman who can see into his soul and capable of understanding the emotion behind his artistic creation, for she probably feels the same isolation from the world as the narrator does, since the people, who are waking by, seem to be non existent to her this realization thoroughly captures his mind and he becomes obsessed with her, the kind of realization which brings along a injuring fear and an anguish at the same time to feel that there are others like you as well you re not absurd alone, a desire to meet those people and a trepidation to lose all your notions about your existence The narrator stalks her and tries different probable combinations to bring his chances of meeting her from null to desirable outcome, he keeps on mediating about these combinations to insanity and always tries to comfort himself when the fear of getting it altogether wrong strikes him by carefully deliberating each of them It isn t that I don t reason things Just the opposite my mind never stops But think of a captain who is constantly charting its position, meticulously following a course towards an objective But also imagine that he does not know why is sailing toward it Sabato captures the intensity of passions run into uncharted passages where love promises not tranquillity but danger, Juan Pablo manages to meet Maria, their relationship starts to bloom but it is not usual fairy types of bonds, for it is one of those crippling one which eventually turns out to be obsession wherein jealously gradually takes over infatuation as is the fate of love generally, for the dangers it holds only permeate with time The inability to control human passion, precisely bounded, here comes across not as melodrama but as icy documentary The I thought about it, the receptive I became to the idea of accepting her love without condition, and the terrified I became of being left with nothing, absolutely nothing From the terror was germinating and flowering the kind of humility possessed only by persons who have no choice This narrative of the book is meticulously condensed as the book is divided into small chapters which contain sparse and succinct sentences which makes them easy to decipher, at the same time the narrative doesn t leave its profoundness to captivate the reader about obsessions and struggles of the narrator The nightmares of Juan Pablo, in which he turns to a man size bird, reflects the deep scuffles in consciousness to ascertain existence of a man Sabato mocks about idiosyncrasies of life using satirical elements, the deadpan description of a cocktail party filled with psychoanalysts, the portrayal of life of elites wherein redundant conversations fill the intellectual circles, are absolutely bang on, his commentary over vanity is honest and chilling, for human nature is corrupted and man always delude himself I do not comment on vanity As far as I know, no human is devoid of this formidable motivation for Human Progress People make me laugh when they talk about the modesty of an Einstein, or someone of his kind My answer to them is that it is easy to be modest when you are famous That is appear to me modest This compelling book drills deeper into the dark abyss of human soul like The Outsider by Albert Camus, the dark canvas of tortured human soul sketched by Sabato wherein the rules governing despair are so closely examined that the entire enterprise of living or thinking seems deeply absurd, wherein man constantly sees faults in the people he meets or observes walking along the streets of the city, whose distrust of human nature is evident in the jealousy and insecurity towards seemingly most profound relationships according to Albert Camus, the only philosophical problem in the life was suicide, for its the greatest choice for a man in this absurd world, to choose whether or not life is worth living is to answer the very question of existence, Camus sees this question of suicide as a natural response to an underlying premise, namely that life is absurd in its very nature, for it s absurd to continually seek meaning in life when there is none S bato s narrator faces the existential dilemma with similar existential choices at his disposal, we don t see any sign of regret in Castel over his act of murder as he reflects on his actions in prison which clearly shows influence of Dostoevsky and Kafka as their characters, who create havoc, who helped society see the soul of man who carried vengeance in his heart, yet maintained a love for mankind, or probably anti heroes never show any sign of remorse over their deeds since their acts are existential choices at their disposal one could easily decipher that Juan Pablo is already a prisoner well before he is being put in prison, for he is captive of his wistful loneliness, of his delusions and paranoia which eventually leads him to murder Maria, who he thinks understands him best, out of utter jealously, which is the outcome of his interminable existential struggle.

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    Just as Opaque the Second Time RoundIn The Tunnel, Ernesto Sabato has a mysogonistic, puerile, obsessive, apparently psychopathic murderer tell the reader his every thought about a folie a deux with his victim and its rationale My first time through The Tunnel left me bewildered Of what literary rather than ideological merit is this work For whose edification or amusement is it meant My original conclusion It s a difficult book to be interested in much less like But I picked up on a hint by another GR reader and found that Sabato was a scientist before he was a writer and had incorporated quantum physics in The Tunnel as a sort of hidden metaphor Indeed there is a short book by Halpern and Carpenter which outlines the way in which the metaphor is meant to work at key points in the book This led me back into The Tunnel for another look Halpern and Carpenter suggest that Sabato followed Borges in his interest in the labyrinthine character of history through which the world changes direction at critical nodes They also point out Borges allusions to alternative and even parallel universes that were of interest to Sabato They contend that Sabato builds on these Borgian tropes to create scenes of discontinuous time in his story.Maybe so But I find the argument of Halpern and Carpenter to be somewhat tendentious But even stipulating their observations, I don t see the point The metaphor, if there, is certainly not central to this tale of murder and psychopathy Of course there are always alternative trajectories for any story, or for any historical reality But the idea of using the collapse of the quantum wavefront as the signal for a decisive turning point seems to me trivial and fatuous.True, the protagonist, Juan Pablo, is continuously analysing his situation in terms of alternative possibilities, as in this internal monologue I constructed an endless series of variations In one I was talkative, witty something in fact I never am in another I was taciturn in still another, sunny and smiling At times, though it seems incredible, I answered rudely, even with ill concealed rage It happened in some of these imaginary meetings that our exchange broke off abruptly because of an absurd irritability on my part, or because I rebuked her, almost crudely, for some comment I found pointless or ill thought out But this is a symptom of madness not a symbol of impending quantum resolution Even the speaker recognises that this damned compulsion to justify everything I do, isn t normalConsequently it seems to me that the metaphor of quantum physics does nothing to explicate Sabato s very dark story Juan Pablo is a misanthrope without any mitigating, not to say redeeming, features The Tunnel, therefore, doesn t get any interesting with a possible metaphorical foundation Unless of course sabato s intention was simply to create a sort of quantum uncertainty about this very foundation In any case not terribly stimulating My original review us here Cui bono I have been trying to finish this short novel for weeks But I can only get through 10 pages at a time I ve finally given up I don t get it Is there something beyond an obsessive compulsive folie a deux that I am simply unable to comprehend Someone please explain where I am going wrong.

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    You know I was going to review this book but then it occurred to me that I would never know if you have read my review I mean yes, I do get likes but suppose people are liking them without reading them Of course, why would anyone do that Two possibilities seem to suggest themselves either they want to make a fool of me by making me keep writing reviews that no one reads or to distract me from something Of course, that in itself calls for a mass conspiracy because so many people from so many countries will be liking my reviews unless of course, it is one person with many fake accounts Now that I think about it the possibility seems very real The above is how our protagonist might have started a review But now to proper review I don t know if it can be defined that way but all art whether it be painting, writing, singing etc, all art forms seems to be tools, of communication of communicating in superior ways It is like that teenager boy writing poems to his sweat heart sort of thing or making albums, quoting great poets when one doesn t feel gifted oneself because our normal everyday language isn t enough to express what we feel.But what about artists What yearnings must they have in themselves to make it their profession to develop those tools to be on constant look out, at just the right word, phrase, color etc Why should MB write, leave alone his manuscript of Master and Margarita leave alone keep them knowing that they are as good as their death warrant Manuscripts don t burn one hears in the answer but why don t they Is it that they live in constant fear of being misunderstood like Kafka was Perhaps getting the message right in itself not enough, there must also need be the person who can understand the message And thus, Nabokov s irritation at wrong interpretations of his works and Van Gogh s sorrow, who though created most beautiful paintings, never found a pair of eyes in which that beauty is reflected Perhaps that is why artists seek posterity and immortality to carry to their death bed the hope that what they have to say will be one day be heard in just the way they wanted The protagonist in the Invitation to a Beheading by Nabokov gives his writings to his executioners in desperation and asks them not to destroy them as long as he is alive so that he could at least have a theoretical chance of finding a reader.So, is it for that theoretical chance of finding someone who will understand him that keeps the artist going It seems to be true in the case of Juan Pablo, our protagonist here, for whom the whole life was like a dark tunnel yes that explains the title where he lived in solitude because, as he puts it, no one understood him The trouble begins when he finds a woman does understand him And he discovers that he has a lot to say than that single painting She wants that too because the need for understanding is mutual It doesn t matter who paints and who reflects Only our guy can t have enough his overt thinking, over analytical, pathological brain can t believe his good fortune Like Anna Karenina, he needs constant assurances of her fidelity as is often the case of those who fell in love when they had long given up on any chance of finding it Like her, he too dwells over suicide but rather prefers killing his girlfriend.Camus commissioned its publishing and the narrator here too finds himself a stranger in his world but his solitude because he is a nihilist but rather because of his misanthropy It also shows similarity to Lolita in that Juan Pable might be putting his own version and suppressing the voice of his victim.

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    If you want to foreground a sociopath misogynist stalker s sense of urban isolation and alienation against a woman s prolonged emotional and physical abuse at the hands of the same person and call it existentialist literature, your choice Just don t expect me to appreciate it.

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    The Tunnel by Sabato, inspired by Dostoevsky and Kafka, is not just an intriguing novel but also an important existential classic It cannot be totally denied that there are some similarities between Castel of this novel and Meursault from The Stranger but Castel is not too nihilistic in his views The heart of Castel might have been frozen, but there was a drop or two of love just enough to feed the birds.Solitude is often thought of as something self warranted Sometimes, even a man who built his own fortress of solitude from which he can watch and sneer at others, waits eagerly for someone to breach the wall that confines him God or Man Solitude is not indestructible.Castel doesn t want to be judged but to be understood That s why Castel, having ended up in the prison cell, narrates the events that changed his life He was oblivious of all human sorrows in his tunnel of solitude There were no intruders His journey inside his tunnel has always been unobtrusive, with occasional, suspicious sneaks from the outside and a faint hope of meeting someone inside from the outside Slowly, the walls keep narrowing in Darkness keeps creeping in Such was the life of Castel Usually that feeling of being alone in the world is accompanied by a condescending sense of superiority I scorn all humankind people around me seem vile, sordid, stupid, greedy, gross, niggardly I do not fear solitude it is almost Olympian He was free but incomplete and waiting anxiously for someone or a guiding light Along came a lovely being, ravaging his solitude and denting his vanity After gazing from the outside for a while at the tunnel wall of painting Mar a viewing Castel s painting of Motherhood as shown below , Mar a left without a word There was a strange, distant, silent sea which beckoned to them and which would sweep him away in the name of love Here is Castel, reflecting on his past and a love affair which otherwise would have lasted, had he not killed the only person who would understand him What went wrong Who wronged their love which could have otherwise been beautiful, and maybe, everlasting It also happens that when we have reached the limits of despair that precede suicide, when we have exhausted the inventory of every evil and reached the point where evil is invincible, then any sign of goodness, however infinitesimal, becomes momentous, and we grasp for it as we would claw for a tree root to keep from hurtling into an abyss But soon, the goodness seemed not enough His perverse predictions deceived him His syllogisms had become sinful delusions His absurd questions made him confront his love His fractured love metamorphosed him into a heartless murderer It is not solitude any but a sordid museum of shame Here is he, animated by the faint hope that someone will understand him even if it is only one person , giving an impartial account of the events which ensued from his love affair.

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    All our life would it be a succession of anonymous cries in a desert of indifferent stars With this intense novel of loneliness, incommunicability, Ernesto Sabato projects his reader into the tunnel of the frightening thoughts of his narrator, Juan Pablo Castel, and it is not easy One sinks into this story of a stormy love affair, to the rhythm of love hate oscillations the half measure, in Castel, it does not exist , in the throes of an infernal, devouring, destructive jealousy.The narrator is in jail, but that s nothing compared to the morbid confinement in the ceaseless activity of reasoning, interpretation, scaffolding of assumptions made by his mind, seizing the slightest pause or of a vestige of a smile to feed his suspicions, entangled in a delirious logic that distances him from the only person who, according to him, could understand it I finally came to formulate my idea in this terrible but indisputable form Maria and the prostitute have a similar expression the prostitute simulated pleasure Maria simulated pleasure Maria is a prostitute The reader finds himself in a particular position, not necessarily very comfortable One is invited to enter the maze of this mad narrative of the narrator, enticing by his energy, touched by the feeling that Juan has to live his life in a dark and lonely tunnel far from the hectic life that these people who live in outside, this curious and absurd life where there are balls, and feasts, and joy, and frivolity But we have to get away from this proximity, to distance itself when the signs of slippage, paranoia become too obvious.

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    It should be sufficient to say that I am Juan Pablo Castel, the painter who killed Mar a Iribarne.That is how the story unfolded itself It began with that one sentence a simple, staightforward confession After I finished the novella, it felt like waking up from a dream Not just a normal dream but a nightmarish one The kind that leaves you dazed as its after effect.There was one person who could have understood me But she was the very person I killed. It s no secret that Castel was the one who killed Mar a Iribarne This is a book about his coming out with the truth behind his terrible actions but that was it He made no mentions of justifying his deeds nor does he shows much remorse over the dead woman he loved.It was disturbing.But then again, everything about this painter is It s horrifying to read through what goes on in this madman s mind He had this hatred toward humanity boiling inside him and he purged it out heatedly in his words In his eyes, all human beings are assholes He even view them us as hypocritical, ass kissing bastards The way he wrote it, you can almost feel this hate passion of his in your heart.I scorn all humankind people around me are vile, sordid, stupid, greedy, gross, niggardly I do not fear solitude it is almost OlympianThen he d go deep on the subject that makes you ponder really ponder over the meaning of it all It s infectious and wonderful On a tiny planet that has been racing toward oblivion for millions of years, we are born amid sorrow we grow, we struggle, we grow ill, we suffer, we make others suffer, we cry out, we die, others die, and new beings are born to begin the senseless comedy all over again..Was our life nothing than a sequence of anonymous screams in a desert of indifferent stars It is his total cynicism toward man that draws me in to him I confess, I agreed to some of his opinions Hell, I could even find myself relating to him and for that I am deeply disturbedWhen he got obsessed with Mar a and started to stalk her everywhere at anytime I was way than disturbed I was fucking terrified When he gets passionate over someone or something, he fully dedicate himself to it to the point of nearly reaching the brink of madness, and when he finally broke, the outcome was terrible.The relationship portrayed was very abusive, very cruel I nearly couldn t stomach it and wanted to stop but this book would never let me Besides. How can I stop when I m addicted to what Castel has to say How can I leave this book when I can clearly see that he is getting sicker in his head and madder in his actions The answer is simple I simply can t.This book isn t for everyone, I can guarantee that You ll be sickened and haunted by it and perhaps, you may even find yourself in Juan Pablo Castel Maybe that will make you hate the book for it but in my case, I am awed.In the end, it all comes down to the questions Did he killed Mar a Iribarne out of love or hate Was Mar a really what he perceived her to be The Tunnel is open to your own suggestions Pre review What a psychotic book this was It feels like waking up from a terrible nightmare So crazy, it s good See reviews on books of all kinds of genres at

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