2666 - pg. 624

I am sick of Mexicans who talk and act as if this is all Pedro Paramo, I said.

Pedro Páramo - Closing

He leaned against Damiana and tried to walk. After a few steps he fell down, pleading within but not speaking a single word. He struck a feeble blow against the ground and then crumbled to pieces as if he were a heap of stone.

Pedro Páramo - pg. 66

Many years later, Father Renteria still remembered the night when the hardness of his bed would not let him sleep and drove him outdoors. It was the night Mirguel Páramo died.

Pedro Páramo - pg. 59

"It feels as if somebody were walking over us."
"You don't have to be afraid any more. They can't frighten you now. Just think about pleasant things, because we're going to be buried for a long time."

Pedro Páramo - pg. 56

"You're right, Dorotea. It was the voices that killed me."

Pedro Páramo - pg. 22

"They've killed your father."
"And who killed you, Mother?"

Pedro Páramo - pg. 2

"What's the name of the village down there?"
"Comala, señor."
"You're sure it's Comala?"
"Yes, señor."
"Why does it look so dead?"
"They've had bad times, señor."

Pedro Páramo - Opening

I came to Comala because I was told that my father, a certain Pedro Páramo, was living here. My mother told me so, and I promised her I would come to see him as soon as she died. I pressed her hand so that she'd know I would do it, but she was dying and I was in the mood to promise her anything.

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Spanish Lit. Galaxy. Systems of Prose, Lit. Engineering

Rulfo and Carpentier----> García Márquez, Fuentes, Roa Bastos, Vargas Llosa

Borges----> Arreola, Monterroso, Bioy Casares, Cortázar, Menen Desleal

Arlt (?)------> Bolaño, Aira, Cabrera Infante and all the folletinesque authors

Cela -for his character-(?) or Benet -for his prose-(?)-----> Javier Marías, Andrés Trapiello, Eduardo Lago

mucho gracias senhor Nihilo.

flying fish - imperial espresso porter

So, last night i was sitting at this bar and there was this lady sitting at the bar (thick newyork accent) and there was this guy who came by and tried to chat up everybody. I was reading juan rulfo's mindblowing work - pedro paramo - and this guy pretty much interrupted me from across the bar and asked me what i was reading then a second later he was trying his best to locate Karachi within Pakistan but obviously failing. The novel is pretty complex which is kind of an understatement to say given it is attributed to be the root of the so called magical realist fiction. There are voices talking to other voices, kind of like a dreamscape where everything is skillfully woven according to some hidden motif. And there was a line to the effect that dying people take away a bit of life from the people we know. Well, that seemed to be a pretty concept.