Of the dislocation of caicedo one of those frenetic careers was born in the world, in an impossible balance between creativity and destruction. Nobody better than him to attest in his short existence the proximity of two poles that in certain spirits are the same thing.
Only in this way can this exit from the scene of this Colombian exalted as a myth be understood once he has disappeared with his truth so crude, with his meager life as an undoubted testimony of his truth exposed and open like a wound unable to heal.
Perhaps halfway between other mythical authors such as Poe y Bukowski. Only with a few greater drops of lucidity from a testimony never verifiable from maturity. Everything Caicedo did he did while still young, blindly trusting that the truth, or at least the opportunity to live in full authenticity, contrasted with all subsequent deception, self-inflicting or taming the conscience.
Stories, essays, autobiographies, some novels and even scripts. All the signed by Andrés Caicedo it continues to come to this day with that band of an author more than a damned rebel with the only fundamental cause: life.
Top 3 best works of Andrés Caicedo
Long live music!
The referent novel of this singular author. The work with which that connection is achieved from a chaotic structure at times.
Music as a thread that ties everything together, with that safe-conduct point towards the author's very personal prism. Because in the form it is a trip to the city of Cali that ends up being transmuted to any other place, because in essence it is perceptions of a restless soul, focused on the experimental in any field. In the end, the testimony of this uncompromising passage through the world awakens us to that authenticity that transcends times and that turns youth into the moment when everything is fully true, without masks or artifice. For the most purists, the lack of a conventional structure distances them from the human value of the work. For those who simply open themselves to literature as an internal channel, no formal inconvenience.
And yes, we discovered that journey, drugs through, to the horrifying, to the nihilistic frustration of essential chemistry. But only from that bitter lucidity can we tune in to the rabid veracity of the Caicedo that ended up transcending from his time to the present day with his band of myth. Once again from the local, from the setting best known by the author and in which he best moves his characters and even from the musical references most attached to the author himself, we find that entirely humanistic transversality that blends in the world of each reader .
My body is a cell
A posthumous biography made from the investigation of the character, from the rescue of all kinds of writings by the author. Like the longest letter from a suicide bomber who confesses everything, far beyond the simple confession of superficial motives.
The result awakens that strange sensation of reading about a consummate life at twenty-five, before even more recognized and obscure groups such as the 27, those musicians who left the scene two years after Caicedo. Doubts arise in this book about the true will to die in the face of those survival instincts of all living beings that have been converted into rational and spiritual instincts for salvation.
Caicedo's torment is manifested in everything compiled by the person who composed this work, Fuguet. And in the end, the successful composition between Caicedo's hobbies and his worldviews achieves that autobiographical value from which you can see the person behind the character, the existential tremor, the weakness, the hope among flashes of blinding lucidity, searches of common deception in that projection that is the cinema, other lives to live when the own one is submerged in the emptiness.
Complete stories
The intensity of the brief makes possible another kind of stripping of each author almost in a poetic version. In the synthesis of the stories and stories, the narrative intention of each author, their searches and desires, is manifested more clearly.
For Caicedo it is not necessary to build a new Macondo, his native Cali is enough for him and he has plenty to transfigure everything, because each city, each place are the impressions with which each one walks on them. In the Calicalabozo where many of the characters in these Caicedo stories wander, life appears with the intensity of someone who looks at his last door, convinced that he has lived it all, or at least everything that was worth living.
Existentialist stories with resounding images from rebellion and nonconformity as the essence. Alienation in stories like "El travesado" or his first story "El ideal". Hope underpaid in others like "Fatal Destinations." A compendium of many other stories that point to this evolution between imposed scenarios that end up being demolished as trompe l'oeil to end up undressing life.
