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Ernesto Sabato is dead. - the period of cosmography
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Ernesto Sabato is dead.

Ernesto Sabato was one of the great ones. His intellect was forged across ideas and disciplines; he was a soon disillusioned communist in his youth, studied physics, researched at the Curie laboratory in Paris and was in contact with the surrealist movement. Then he became a writer. His novels are intimate, intensive, poignant and disquieting. I keep going back to them every few years. There is none of the cliché stridency that is often expected of Latin-American authors in his style, he didn’t share Borges’ proclivity to intellectual playfulness, nevertheless his prose was unique and his narrative profound. It is unsuitable to compare their work, but I can say, from my very personal, subjective point of view, that the experience of reading Sabato is similar to that of reading John Crowley. Both stir things deep inside me, although they portray intimate realities and experiences very different from mine.
If I could write, Sabato would be one of the very few whom I would follow and imitate without any guilt or shame.

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joculum From: joculum Date: May 3rd, 2011 07:35 pm (UTC) (Link)
And I am chagrined that I never read the novel by Sabato you so generously sent to me , in the same way that I have not read novels by some of my favorite writers because they were published at the wrong time or otherwise didn't suit my mood. (I've read everything by John Crowley immediately upon publication, of course, even if Ron Drummond had to shame me into going back to read Engine Summer.) I take it that your relationship to Sabato's novels is somewhat like my relationship to W. G. Sebald's: he speaks to your condition, just as John Crowley speaks to both you and myself, and of course his many other readers. My condolences.
anselmo_b From: anselmo_b Date: May 4th, 2011 06:11 am (UTC) (Link)
Speaks to my condition, I think that puts it very well. The books we would read, but haven't, haunt and nag, but they also constitute the basis of the category "books which I inexplicably refused to myself for ages and turned out to be an amazing read". Reading in that category is a rare delight, that's why I still buy books that I know are good but are nevertheless going to gather dust on the shelve because I don't feel them calling.
crowleycrow From: crowleycrow Date: May 6th, 2011 01:12 am (UTC) (Link)
How are the translations? Can you tell?
anselmo_b From: anselmo_b Date: May 6th, 2011 06:29 am (UTC) (Link)
I have no idea, I'm afraid.
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