BY JUAN JOSE SAER: PARATEXTUALITY AND HISTORY of Saer’s plot is derived from colonial writings, rendering El entenado a story within a story, or. The Witness, Juan José Saer (trans. El entenado, also meaning bastard or stepson) of the Spanish ports, an urchin with no one to stop him. El Entenado by Juan José Saer, , available at Book Depository with free delivery worldwide.
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The Witness explores the relationship between existence and description, foreignness and cultural identity. It pricks you into smartly guessing that it is told by an unreliable narrator, but then you realize that he is not unreliable enough to disbelieve him. Some images are so strong they will stay with me for along time.
Then he forgets Borges, becomes himself again, breathes new life into it and resumes. He developed lung cancer, and died in Paris inat age So I had to speculate, if the subject matter was a different one, will this writing have the same impact on me?
Though The Witness never truly gives the reader solid ground to work from, it is in this repulsion that it really finds a way to take the floor out from under you. I actually read this book in Spanish El Entenado.
This story has it’s fair share of philosophy, which as a former student of philosophy I do not consider in general a bad thing. There are no discussion topics on this book yet. Eo huge the fire the only truth it leaves is ashes. Feb 16, Kobe Bryant rated it really liked it. Rather, cannibalism is a metaphysical, spiritual symbol that serves as a kose for existentialist musings.
He is a witness to the tribe’s periodic cannibilastic orgies, when most of the time they are a peaceful bunch. At several points it engulfs you in an atmosphere which is entenaxo to shake off.
He was an Argentine ex-pat living in Paris. Me alegro de que lo sea y de no haberlo hecho. The Europeans find him, now bearded and unable to speak Spanish, though they eentenado get enough out of him to locate the tribe and massacre it. When they arrive at a village in the interior, the bodies of the Spanish are butchered and eaten, while the narrator watches in horror.
Gran descubrimiento, y me quedo con ganas de seguir leyendo mucho a este maravilloso autor. It is constantly deconstructing all the things that need deconstruction—the self, history, morality, sexuality, civilization—but nothing falls apart enough.
The hangover lasts for a surprisingly long time, but after it has cleared our narrator finds the tribe to be practically obsessive in its routines and prohibitions of politesse. We are also brought to the unsettling realization that all decisions that could be made will be, if not wrong, then significantly not right.
It’s too bad Saer is not better known died not too long ago. He is carried along by the Indians, who also carry with them the bodies of the Spanish who had fallen. While the authors ideas are provocative, his expression of the transient existence of the indigenous peoples of the Americas becomes heavy handed and repetitive. To see what your friends thought of this book, please sign up. There are no discussion topics on this book yet.
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No one harms the narrator, who is treated rather indulgently ser ten years. Still, it seems a funny kind of vision to have dwelt on so intently, an over-inflated short story or novella, vivid but claustrophobic, a too-long exposition of a too-narrow concept, which threatens to explode from its own internal pressure.
The Witness by Juan José Saer
Sometimes I would deliberately garble the meaning of my own speeches and deliver absurd and empty perorations in the hope of getting some reaction from the audience. Just a moment while we sign you in to your Goodreads account. For him they were tools which could be used to grasp and manipulate the incandescent world of the senses; for me, fascinated as I was by the contingent, it was like going out to hunt a beast that had already devoured me.
Something outside them, perhaps the fame that preceded us or the legend behind it which had inspired the play, had convinced them beforehand that our performance would have a meaning and so, instantly and mechanically, they were enraptured.
Apr 04, alexandra rated it liked it. Thanks to a scholarship, he moved to Paris in And that morning I learned from the battered man, now scarcely breathing, that virtue cannot save us from the surrounding blackness.