Tales of death and blood
Peace Foreword by Matthew
Artemis Publishing, La Laguna, Santa Cruz de Tenerife
, 2006
144 pages, € 14.95
locked Ricardo Güiraldes gold gaucho literature. Don Segundo Sombra (1926) was the novel that gave him worldwide fame a year before he died in Paris because of a lymphatic cancer. Last 2006, Sage Publications, published tales of death and blood, the first-Güiraldes narrative works in 1915. Curious is the story of a book, published alongside the book ultraist The glass bell, only seven copies sold, as stated Matthew Peace the preface entitled "The Man Without a generation." The reason for the dismal failure is that the critics laughed at the Cowbell and the notoriety of this book of poems, stories that dragged a bearing on the be Argentine gaucho. The rest of the run was thrown into the pit of Porteña the Güiraldes known that they stay in San Antonio de Areco, a total of 2,500 books, of which Adelina del Carril, his wife, managed to save a few who now have become collector's material. The language of these stories is hard, full of regionalism and pamperas expressions, but the work is sensed, however, that the art of narration that only two years after Horacio Quiroga amount to mastery of genius with crazy stories of love and death (1917). Many of the stories, notably the first, leaving the door open for the reader's imagination. In its opening is sensed and the paucity of Hispanic stories later: the above Quiroga, Rulfo, Di Benedetto and Borges, among others. His exciting stories, therefore, well worth a read because they can see the Hispanic origin of the story then we came up with the boom. Tales of death and blood is not just for experts or fans gaucho literature of afrancesado Güiraldes, but a book recommended for its quality, its good performance and the interest of the first work of a universal author.
Fragment of "The Well":
on the curb of old toothless pit, a wooden cross gnawed by worms looked at her image in the background simple.
whole tragic story.
Long ago, when he was just hurt the earth and pure crystalline water as blood, a sweaty hiker sat on the stone ledge to rest your body and refresh your face with the breath rising from the quiet circle. There he was surprised
fatigue, and sleep at night, his support slipped back and the man collapsed, knocking gently on the walls to break the stillness of a pure disk.
No time to give a shout or retained in outgoing, brutally rejected him after the crash. Had rolled carrying some sticky ground bores.
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