The figure of the writer is the paradigm of everything, of everything narrated, of all the protagonists in front of the mirror in which they find the writer, undoing his existence in front of that God once endowed with a pen, then with his unnerving noise of keys and later just by sliding your fingers on a virtual keyboard. AND Enrique Vila-Matas he knows. He does not hide in false modesty or offer artificial arguments. The writer writes and creates worlds. And therefore writing about a writer sitting alone is something like narrating the adventures of God on the 1st before nothing.
A collation of all this of God and the writer, I remember another great native writer, the immeasurable Manuel Vilas, on whose facebook profile, we used to enjoy conversations between God and Vilas, two guys always capable of gutting reality to discover its most hilarious part.
Above all that of creation, of the power that turns the human being into a new God through language, is this novel "This insane mist." Behind the successful writer Gran Bros hides our reference writer in this story, Simon Schneider. Simon is the one who is in charge, from his refuge in a corner of the Catalan Mediterranean, to provide arguments with which to continue feeding the myth of Gran Bros, located on the other side of the world, among the lights of the skyscrapers. But to his credit this task is not only found in the shadows for the glory of the author of the moment. His works have reached many other authors of greater importance. And that is his greatest glory, that his thing belongs to others, that his words and his ingenious compositions are paid to reach millions of readers. Because deep down it is him who they read, even if no one wants to know ...
Undoubtedly a praise to the creative process, with that impossible point of the only creative interest as a path without end or glory on which Vila-Matas abounds in the paradox of the narrator God. Until Simon, on a prolific writing day, suddenly discovers that he is missing that phrase that ties everything together. An appointment that he has had there, on standby in his brain while he wrote about it, until it has disappeared when he has gone to look for it ...
He cannot sit still, staring at the rendezvous in outright flight. That autumn afternoon, Simon leaves his refuge into the world and, like Quixote, or rather like Cervantes, goes out in search of the quote that limited eternity, that sentenced everything, that described the process and ultimate foundation of writing ...
You can now buy the book Esta bruma insensata, the new book by Enrique Vila-Matas, here: