The widow, by José Saramago

The widow, by José Saramago

The great writers like Saramago are the ones who keep their works current at all times. Because when a work contains that humanity distilled into literary alchemy, the sublimation of existence is achieved. The topic of the transcendence of an artistic or literary legacy then reaches that true relevance ...

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Violet, by Isabel Allende

Violet, by Isabel Allende

In the hands of an author like Isabel Allende, history achieves this work of approaching a past full of teachings. Whether those teachings are worth or not, because in repeating mistakes we are recalcitrantly efficient. But hey ... Something similar happens with any narrator of historical fiction. Because many readers ...

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The power of the dog, of Thomas Savage

novel The Power of the Dog Thomas Savage

An history about Thomas Savage born in 1967 that now comes to us with that strange virulence of the most unexpected earthquakes. In the past it could seem like a history of the deep United States, today it is rediscovered as a powerful intimate narrative, at least from the outset, that delves into that notion of what ...

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The Martin Family, by David Foenkinos

The Martin family from Foenkinos

As much as it disguises itself as a routine history, we already know that David Foenkinos is not delving into manners or inter-family relationships in search of secrets or dark sides. Because the world-renowned French author is more of a surgeon of the letters in shape and ...

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The Strongest Bond, by Kent Haruf

The Strongest Bond, by Kent Haruf

Back in 1984, Kent Haruf had the strange idea of ​​making his homeland and its nondescript inhabitants space for the novel. It is not that more or less things happen in different places because of the mere landscape or because of the idiosyncrasies of the locals. But of course, put to ...

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My Mother's Summer, by Ulrich Woelk

My mother's summer book

Surely no time in the past was better, nor worse. But it is exciting to let yourself be carried away by that foolish attempt at a melancholic journey back to the times of our parents. Right up to that world that was coming upon us but that was still a whole sum of coincidences to explode. If …

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February Light, by Elizabeth Strout

February Light, Strout

There is an age-old intimacy. I refer to the intrahistory of any time that weaves the chronicles of what happened with the only possible thread of lives in the meantime. Something far beyond official accounts, cold newspaper archives and incapable history books ...

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The 3 best books by Alice Mcdermott

writer Alice Mcdermott

Intimacy as a literary genre acquires in Alice Mcdermott the brilliant connotation of an almost philosophical transcendence. Because in that observation behind the peephole or through windows, with their curtains carelessly opened, we discover the authentic brilliance of everyday life. From behind closed doors, everyone assumes their most...

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My brother, by Alfonso Reis Cabral

My brother

Ties of blood that at the same height in a family tree can end up narrowing to the point of drowning. Cainism is the order of the day for an inheritance, for an ambition or for a widespread envy for as long as one has memory. Brotherly does not always mean understanding and good vibes. ...

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Mandinga de amor, by Luciana de Mello

Mandinga of love

With enormous audacity and overwhelming force, he recounts the profound complexity of love ties based on the intriguing and subtle relationship between a mother and a daughter as no one has ever told it before. A phone call marks the beginning of the journey: the young woman who tells this story leaves ...

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Goodbye ghosts, by Nadia Terranova

Goodbye ghosts

Melancholy is that strange happiness of being sad. Something like this pointed out Victor Hugo on occasion. But the matter has more substance than it seems. Melancholy is not only the longing for time that has expired, but also the disheartening sensation of the pending, of the unresolved. So melancholy ...

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