. 140 Pedro P ramo Pedro Paramo 1955 , Juan RulfoPedro Paramo is a novel written by Juan Rulfo about a man named Juan Preciado who travels to his recently deceased mother s hometown, Comala, to find his father, only to come across a literal ghost town populated, that is, by spectral figures Paramo was a key influence on Latin American writers such as Gabriel Garc a M rquez Gabriel Garc a M rquez has said that he felt blocked as a novelist after writing his first four books and that it was only his life changing discovery of Pedro P ramo in 1961 that opened his way to the composition of his masterpiece, One Hundred Years of Solitude Moreover, Garc a M rquez claimed that he could recite the whole book, forwards and backwards Jorge Luis Borges considered Pedro Paramo to be one of the greatest texts written in any language Pedro Paramo has been translated intothan 30 different languages and the English version has soldthan a million copies in the United States 1990 1363 133 1371 20 1395 176 9789649027081 1395 176 9789649042091 A Classic Of Mexican Modern Literature About A Haunted VillageAs One Enters Juan Rulfo S Legendary Novel, One Follows A Dusty Road To A Town Of Death Time Shifts From One Consciousness To Another In A Hypnotic Flow Of Dreams, Desires, And Memories, A World Of Ghosts Dominated By The Figure Of Pedro P Ramo Lover, Overlord, MurdererRulfo S Extraordinary Mix Of Sensory Images, Violent Passions, And Unfathomable Mysteries Has Been A Profound Influence On A Whole Generation Of Latin American Writers, Including Carlos Fuentes, Mario Vargas Llosa, And Gabriel Garc A M Rquez To Read Pedro P Ramo Today Is As Overwhelming An Experience As When It Was First Published In Mexico Back In The sun was tumbling over things, giving them form once again The ruined, sterile earth lay before him. There are passages of Juan Rulfo s exquisite Pedro P ramo that I want to cut out and hang upon my walls like a valuable painting Because that is what this novel is, a purely beautiful surrealistic painting of a hellish Mexico where words are the brushstrokes and the ghastly, ghostly tone is the color palate Rulfo s short tale is an utter masterpiece, and the forerunner of magical realism a dark swirling fog of surrealism and horror that is both simple and weightless, yet weighs heavy like an unpardonable sin upon the readers heart and soul Nights around here are filled with ghosts You should see all the spirits walking through the streets As soon as it is dark they begin to come out No one likes to see them There s so many of them and so few of us that we don t even make the effort to pray for them any, to help them out of their purgatory We don t have enough prayers to go around Then there are our sins on top of theirs None of us still living is in God s grace We can t lift up our eyes, because they re filled with shame. When Juan Preciado visit s his mother s home of Comala to his father, the long deceased and pure bile of a man, Pedro P ramo, he finds a town of rot and decay filled with ghosts, both figuratively and literally This is a place of utter damnation, where the sins of a family are so strong that their bloodstained hands have tainted and tarnished the immortal souls of all they come in contact with, leaving in their wake a trail of withered, writhing spirits condemned to forever inhabit their hellish homes There is nothing pleasant aside from the intense, striking poetry of Rulfo s words to be found in the history of Comala, a town burdened by a list of sins so long and dark that even the preacher s soul cannot escape from the vile vortex Life is hard as it is The only thing that keeps you going is the hope that when you die you ll be lifted off this mortal coil but when they close one door to you and the only one left open is the door to Hell, you re better off not being bornThis violent, vitriolic landscape forges an unforgettable portrait of Rulfo s Mexico, eternally encapsulating his vision into the glorious dimensions of myth The small novel reads like a bedtime story meant to instill good morality in children through fear, while still enchanting their mind s eye with a disintegrating stage furnished by crumbling, cadaverous buildings and populated by doomed phantoms His style is phenomenal, effortlessly swapping between past and present, character to character, all in order to build a montage of madness and damnation.Rulfo s book is easily digested in a sitting or two, yet will nourish or cling like a parasite to your literary soul for an eternity A dazzling surrealism coupled with a simple, yet potent prose make this an unforgettable classic, and one that has inspired many great authors since its first printing A hellish portrait of society, brilliantly incorporating political events to help illustrate an abominable image of the dark side of Mexican history, Rulfo immortalizes himself and his homeland into myth and legend A must read that will haunt you like the pale specters whose voices echo forever in the streets of Comala.4.5 5 This town is filled with echoes It s like they were trapped behind the walls, or beneath the cobblestones When you walk you feel like someone s behind you, stepping in your footsteps You hear rustlings And people laughing Laughter that sounds used up And voices worn away by the years. Gabriel Garc a M rquez, who once said of Rulfo s novel I could recite the whole book, forwards and backwards, Rediscovering Pedro P ramo , credits the book as playing a major chord of inspiration in his brand of magical realism. . She your mother told me you were coming She said you d arrive today My mother my mother is dead Oh, then that s why her voice sounded so weak This book, really a novella 120 pages , is a Mexican classic, an early example of magical realism It s original, startling, unique According to Wikipedia Gabriel Garc a M rquez has said that he felt blocked as a novelist after writing his first four books and that it was only his life changing discovery of Pedro P ramo in 1961 that opened his way to the composition of his masterpiece, One Hundred Years of Solitude Jorge Luis Borges considered Pedro P ramo to be one of the greatest texts written in any language A man s mother dies and he promised her on her death bed that he would go back to her village to meet his father, Don Pedro, whom he has never met Near the village he meets a man who tells him Pedro was his father too and that He s hate He s just pure hate The god forsaken village is dead or dying and it s filled with ghosts Maybe a few are real people, but most are ghosts The village is full of echoes Perhaps they got trapped in the hollow of the walls, or under the stones When you walk in the street you can hear other footsteps, and rustling noises, and laughter Old laughter, as if it were tired of laughing by now And voices worn out with use You can hear all this I think someday these sounds will die away It s hard to keep track of who is who and who is alive Maybe they are all dead Perhaps this is purgatory because there is a lot of talk of the priest, confessions, and waiting for sins to be forgiven Can t you see my sins Can t you see those purple stains, like impetigo And that s only on the outside Inside I m a sea of mud The noises that the ghosts hear are constant and Stephen Kingish screams, animals, men banging on doors with guns.A very short book, well worth a read and quite a trip Catorce, a Mexican ghost town from dailymail.co.uk Photo of the author 1917 1986 from notimerica.com RANCORE VIVENTEQuesto Pedro P ramo, un rancore vivente Perch era prepotente, come nessuno, e pi di tutti Perch ha fatto il bello e il cattivo tempo, il bello per s , il cattivo per gli altri Perch ha disseminato quella parte di Messico di figli, tranne uno, tutti figli non riconosciuti Francisco Goya Pellegrinaggio a San Isidro , 1820 23, Madrid, Prado Goya viene spesso in mente leggendo queste pagine.Rulfo va all essenziale, se scrive un saluto, tralascia la risposta.E io ho problemi con la gente che si lascia, o chiude una conversazione, senza salutare, ancora peggio se evita di rispondere al saluto dell interlocutore Gli stessi problemi, che per antitesi, ho con chi, come da invalsa pratica, si accommiata dicendo ciao ciao ciao ciao ciao ciao In questo, mi rendo conto, ricalco le orme del Moretti di Palombella rossa Ma Nanni, che piacciano i suoi film o meno, ormi davvero patrimonio nazionale, citato almeno quanto Tot E pi di Albertone.E ho problemi col realismo magico E quindi dovrei avere problemi anche con questo Pedro P ramo, che da qualcuno viene considerato il padre del realismo magico, e si dice abbia ispirato a Marquez il suo celebre capolavoro.Invece, non ne ho, non problemi con Rulfo.Ancora Goya I due vecchi , 1820 23, Madrid, Prado.Come dicevo, Rulfo salta i convenevoli Cos come salta nel tempo, i piani temporali si susseguono bruschi senza avvertimento Bruschi, e magici I sessanta e passa anni di vita di questo romanzo sembrano ieri, o oggi, ma anche domani.Rulfo compie altri salti per esempio quello di punto di vista, ora un narratore intradiegetico, ora invece extradiegetico, ora autodiegetico ora eterodiegetico, ora omodiegetico, ora invece diegetico io invece non salto, li elenco tutti.Altrettanto repentinamente si passa dal tu al lei ma siccome quel tu dura una battuta sola, mi viene da pensare che sia opera maldestra di Einaudi, non di Rulfo.Una delle bellissime fotografie di Juan Rulfo.I morti parlano, i morti passano a salutare prima di andar via definitivamente, i morti si mescolano ai vivi, si muore di tristezza, si muore sospirando, perch ogni sospiro come un sorso di vita che se ne va, Rulfo sa come gestire la magia.E io, che credo poco all aldiqua, men che meno all aldil , mi scopro ad avere una fascinazione particolare per la letteratura dove i morti si mescolano ai vivi, quasi fosse difficile separarli Penso al magnifico romanzo di Satta, Il giorno del giudizio, penso ovviamente a Spoon River Leggere Pedro P ramo un po come sognare un sogno triste e confuso.Versione del dio serpente piumato Quetzalcoat che si mangia la coda, Ouroboros.Dopo un breve inizio, in cui l apparente protagonista Juan Preciado parte alla ricerca del padre mai conosciuto, il Pedro P ramo del titolo, perch lo ha promesso alla madre nte, dopo poche pagine ci si perde in un universo altro, in un intrico di storie che sembra le radici di una pianta amazzonica, in una circolarit che ricorda l Uroboro e annulla il presente nel passato.Rulfo si guadagn da vivere scrivendo e fotografando, ma la scrittura fu soprattutto cinematografica, le opere narrative sono una manciata E viene da pensare che la gabbia e le griglie delle sceneggiature lo spinsero a scatenarsi quando dedito a romanzi e racconti A scatenarsi in un febbricitante delirio.Un altra magnifica fotografia di Juan Rulfo. Juan Rulfo was one of those who stood at the beginning of magic realism Pedro P ramo is a descent into the hell of human memory, a plunge into an abyss of the dire past the hero travels to find his father but he finds himself astray in the land of the dead.Behind him, as he left, he heard the murmuring.I am lying in the same bed where my mother died so long ago on the same mattress, beneath the same black wool coverlet she wrapped us in to sleep I slept beside her, her little girl, in the special place she made for me in her arms.I think I can still feel the calm rhythm of her breathing the palpitations and sighs that soothed my sleep I think I feel the pain of her death But that isn t true.Here I lie, flat on my back, hoping to forget my loneliness by remembering those times.Because I am not here just for a while And I am not in my mother s bed but in a black box like the ones for burying the dead Because I am dead.The novel is the Gehenna of despair and the Tartarus of sorrow and there is nowhere to hide so one must pass through the labyrinth of insufferable agony.Destiny makes us travel though the strange valleys . ,, , , , , , ,,, ,, ,, , , , ,, , , , , , , , , , ,,, , .
Juan Rulfo naci el 16 de mayo de 1917 l sostuvo que esto ocurri en la casa familiar de Apulco, Jalisco, aunque fue registrado en la ciudad de Sayula, donde se conserva su acta de nacimiento Vivi en la peque a poblaci n de San Gabriel, pero las tempranas muertes de su padre, primero 1923 , y de su madre poco despu s 1927 , obligaron a sus familiares a inscribirlo en un internado en Guadalaja
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