Flags in the mist, by Javier Reverte

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Our war. Still pending acts of contrition, politically and literary. A civil war transferred so many times to Spanish literature. And it never hurts a new perspective, a different approach. Flags in the fog is that, a story about the Civil War ...

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The Night That Didn't Stop Raining, by Laura Castañón

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Guilt is that gift with which humans leave Paradise. From childhood we learn to be guilty for many things, until we make her an inseparable life partner. Perhaps we should all receive a letter like the one Valeria Santaclara, the protagonist of this book, receives. With the …

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The beards of the prophet, by Eduardo Mendoza

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It is curious to think of the first approaches to the Bible when we are very young. In a reality still in the making and governed for the most part by childhood fantasies, the scenes of the Bible were assumed to be perfectly true, without any metaphorical sense, nor was it necessary. ...

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They will remember your name, of Lorenzo Silva

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I recently spoke about the novel by Javier Cercas, "The monarch of the shadows", in which we were told the vicissitudes of a young military man named Manuel Mena. The thematic coincidence with this new work by Lorenzo Silva makes clear a will of the writers to bring to light ...

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Like fire in ice, by Luz Gabás

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Whether or not it was worth making a decision is a question that tends to be raised in the future with advantageous overtones or at least with a more practical and less sentimental perspective. What happened in Attua's youth and that changed the course of his life had to do ...

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Call me Alejandra, by Espido Freire

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The course of history presents us with unique characters. And Empress Alejandra played a role that historians have been able to measure over the years. Beyond the sparkle, the tinsel and the roles to assume, Alejandra was a special woman. Espido Freire places us few ...

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Farm Rebellion by George Orwell

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The fable as a tool to compose a satirical novel about communism. Farm animals have a clear hierarchy based on indisputable axioms.

Pigs are the most responsible for the customs and routines of a farm. The metaphor behind the fable gave much to talk about its reflection in different political systems of the time.

The simplification of this personalization of animals exposes all the pitfalls of authoritarian political systems. If your reading is only looking for entertainment, you can also read under that fabulous structure.

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Les Miserables, by Victor Hugo

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The justice of men, war, hunger, the cynicism of those who look the other way ... Jean Valjean suffers, but at the same time flies over, all those tragic circumstances that a literary drama needs to move. Good old Jean is the hero, among the social filth that existed in the nineteenth century in which the story takes place, but that extends to any other historical moment. Hence the easy mimicry with this character for universal literature.

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The Name of the Rose, by Umberto Eco

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Novel of novels. Probably the origin of all great novels (in terms of number of pages). A plot that moves between the shadows of a conventual life. Where man is deprived of his creative facet, where the spirit is reduced to a kind of slogan like "ora et labora", only evil and the destructive part of the being can emerge to take over the reins of the soul.

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The monarch of the shadows, by Javier Cercas

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In his work Soldiers of SalamisJavier Cercas makes it clear that beyond the winning faction, there are always losers on both sides of any contest.

In a Civil War there can be the paradox of losing family members positioned in those conflicting ideals that embrace the flag as a cruel contradiction.

Thus, the determination of the ultimate victors, those who manage to hold the flag in front of everything and everyone, those who raise heroic values ​​transmitted to the people as epic stories ends up hiding deep personal and moral miseries.

Manuel Mena he is the introductory character rather than the protagonist of this novel, the link with his predecessor Soldados de Salamina. You begin to read thinking of discovering his personal history, but the details of the skills of the young military man, absolutely rigorous with what happened at the front, fade to give way to a choral stage where incomprehension and pain spread, the suffering of those who understand the flag and the country as the skin and blood of those young people, almost children who shoot each other with the fury of the adopted ideal.

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The Winter of the World, by Ken Follett

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It's been several years since I read "The Fall of the Giants", the first part of the trilogy "The Century", by Ken Follet. So when I decided to read this second part: "The Winter of the World", I thought it would be difficult for me to relocate so many characters (you know that the good ...

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The arms of my cross -chapter I-

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April 20, 1969. My eightieth birthday

Today I am eighty years old.

Although it can never serve as an atonement for my terrifying sins, I can say that I am no longer the same, starting with my name. My name is Friedrich Strauss now.

Nor do I pretend to escape any justice, I cannot. In conscience I am paying my penalty every new day. "My struggle”Was the written testimony of my delirium while now I try to discern what is really left after the bitter awakening to my condemnation.

My debt to the justice of humans makes little sense to collect it from these old bones. I would let myself be devoured by the victims if I knew that it relieved the pain, that extreme and entrenched pain, old, stale, clinging to the daily lives of mothers, fathers, children, entire towns for whom the best thing would have been if I had not been born.

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