<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3168026005914745917</id><updated>2026-10-18T02:05:36.003-07:00</updated><category term="Ficción"/><category term="Cine"/><category term="Música"/><category term="Arte"/><category term="Ensayo y no ficción"/><category term="Música y Arte"/><category term="videos"/><category term="Tertulias literarias"/><category term="Fotografía"/><category term="Museos"/><category term="Opinión"/><category term="Biografía autores"/><category term="Diarios"/><category term="Ópera"/><category term="Poesía"/><category term="fotografia"/><title type='text'>Tertulias literarias FOR EVER</title><subtitle type='html'>Una invitación al mundo de la ficción. Tertulias literarias y debates sobre temas de actualidad. Selección de lecturas y autores. Conciertos, exposiciones y actividades culturales en Barcelona. Participa con tus lecturas y comentarios.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ficcionalacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3168026005914745917/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ficcionalacarta.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3168026005914745917/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>282</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3168026005914745917.post-1605496370607144446</id><published>2012-09-29T14:27:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-09-29T14:42:50.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&quot;Arrecife&quot; (2012 )JuanVilloro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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Unos personajes que tienen en común el tedio &amp;nbsp;que, un buen día y sin avisar, se ha instalado en sus vidas .Por ello tal vez se encuentren en la Pirámide , un centro turístico de lujo concebido para potenciar emociones fuertes en situaciones de peligro .&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;¿ Intensifican estos peligros la vida de sus huéspedes?¿o los exponen aún más a las miserias humanas? Entre tanto van naciendo historias de amor y de amistad que intentan dar un sentido a sus vidas, unas vidas abocadas al fracaso de la sociedad actual.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Pase la primera parte de mi vida tratando de despertarme y la segunda tratando de dormirme, me pregunto si habrá una tercera parte&quot;.&lt;/div&gt;
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Una gran variedad de escenarios desde renacentistas a contemporáneos pasando por los cuentos de hadas y la revolución francesa en todos ellos habita un personaje que &quot;quería algo diferente a vivir&#39; &amp;nbsp;aunque se tratara de la misma muerte. Ordenados cronológicamente y escritos a lo largo de toda una vida traspasan los limites sensoriales de la realidad.&lt;br /&gt;
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Poeta atemporal que a pesar de su época nos descubre que la naturaleza humana y divina no han sufrido grandes cambios.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb9LlWvZfoACJZpkAcGrW2O7ONsm9hV1YWU5DumLABfLZ6JXGqmYfQi9YG1zs6Kzg7I886ngtqhzlcKZeUlhuPQ6uOokre8lIVAbO-diHfhzP2V0NDV2leyL5UNkMsCvjE4FYEG0kHF2Ji/s1600/la+neblina.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb9LlWvZfoACJZpkAcGrW2O7ONsm9hV1YWU5DumLABfLZ6JXGqmYfQi9YG1zs6Kzg7I886ngtqhzlcKZeUlhuPQ6uOokre8lIVAbO-diHfhzP2V0NDV2leyL5UNkMsCvjE4FYEG0kHF2Ji/s1600/la+neblina.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;M. Conde, nostálgico empedernido, es un ex policía que se dedica al negocio de los libros de segunda mano, rodeado del paisaje de miseria&amp;nbsp; de la Cuba actual. Por azar,&amp;nbsp; descubrirá una magnífica biblioteca que, entre sus volúmenes, anida&amp;nbsp; un secreto familiar en el que está involucrada la memoria de su padre.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Un recorrido espectacular por los submundos de la Habana, los cabarets y la vida nocturna; por los volúmenes invendibles, dignos de la Biblioteca Nacional, las primeras ediciones y los libros de incalculable valor. Los hermanos Ferrero pretendne deshacerse de ellos a cambio del vil metal pero las razones no son sólo económicas sino también pasionales. Entre sus páginas se encuentran&amp;nbsp; las cartas que enlazan el presente y el pasado, único testimonio de los que han dejado de existir.&lt;br /&gt;
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Se trata de&amp;nbsp; la quinta novela de Leonardo Padura protagonizada por su personaje Mario Conde. Las anteriores forman la serie &lt;i&gt;Las Cuatro Estaciones&lt;/i&gt; (&lt;i&gt;Pasado perfecto&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Vientos de Cuaresma&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Máscaras &lt;/i&gt;y &lt;i&gt;Paisaje de Otoño)&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Tertulias literarias.Actividades culturales, música, conciertos, exposiciones...en Barcelona&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ficcionalacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/5599008456041581848/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ficcionalacarta.blogspot.com/2012/07/la-neblina-del-ayer1995-leonardo-padura.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3168026005914745917/posts/default/5599008456041581848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3168026005914745917/posts/default/5599008456041581848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ficcionalacarta.blogspot.com/2012/07/la-neblina-del-ayer1995-leonardo-padura.html' title='&quot;La neblina del ayer&quot;(1995) Leonardo Padura'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb9LlWvZfoACJZpkAcGrW2O7ONsm9hV1YWU5DumLABfLZ6JXGqmYfQi9YG1zs6Kzg7I886ngtqhzlcKZeUlhuPQ6uOokre8lIVAbO-diHfhzP2V0NDV2leyL5UNkMsCvjE4FYEG0kHF2Ji/s72-c/la+neblina.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3168026005914745917.post-3330660034662057171</id><published>2012-07-15T08:31:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-15T08:46:36.557-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fotografía"/><title type='text'>&quot;Andando su...&quot;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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Con estas palabras comienza la novela, de modo que el narrador justifica su actitud de discreto observador de un estrato social acomodado en un glamouroso barrio de Long Island. Su atención se centra especialmente en la personalidad magnética de uno de sus vecinos,Gatsby y en el halo de misterio que brilla a su alrededor,deslumbrando a Daisy, prima de Nick y a las mujeres que acuden a sus fiestas. &lt;br /&gt;
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Puede que Nick no vea la realidad final de Gatsby y que Gatsby no sea capaz de entender a Daisy , puesto que el relato alude a que los malentendidos proliferan en la era de la comunicación y ponen de manifiesto la inconstancia de la naturaleza humana, reforzada por un estilo de vida despreocupado e insustancial que favorece el tipo de relaciones tejidas entre los personajes.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;La descripción del personaje principal impecable, se mueve entre el presente y la sombra de un pasado que amenaza con salir a la luz y dañar asi su reputación y la proyección de una vida inventada, en la que figura su educación en Oxford, su vida de rajah en diferentes capitales europeas y su afición al arte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Tertulias literarias.Actividades culturales, música, conciertos, exposiciones...en Barcelona&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ficcionalacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/1137522646827104828/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ficcionalacarta.blogspot.com/2012/07/francis-scott-fitzgerald-el-gran-gatsby.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3168026005914745917/posts/default/1137522646827104828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3168026005914745917/posts/default/1137522646827104828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ficcionalacarta.blogspot.com/2012/07/francis-scott-fitzgerald-el-gran-gatsby.html' title='Francis Scott Fitzgerald, &quot;El gran Gatsby&quot; (1925)'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9tZcI3LOYfVe1eMb-SMkdaqqIXkCO3HgbxAsPC2ANcpXFgXXtAgVnzEzQ-eFpQR0EQzlxvcouI4pvN4UrMqCm0O3w7ScToG6ghlAzxXhsRS-NN0_BHm8rRn9jHVDZIyCDWawonFf5IamG/s72-c/el+gran+gatsby.bmp" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3168026005914745917.post-3113482982155411656</id><published>2012-06-27T13:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-27T13:14:38.533-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fotografía"/><title type='text'>Un sogno di scale...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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El protagonista de la novela, de origen hebreo al igual que Bassani, cuya infancia y juventud transcurren en la ciudad de Ferrara, da que pensar que tal vez la historia de amor que relata fuera vivida en carne propia, debido también a las similitudes con su propia personalidad.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Su admiración por la familia Finzi Contini, fieles representantes de la alta burguesía italiana hebrea que después de gozar de los privilegios de su clase en la sociedad centroeuropea, ante su sorpresa se vió exiliada y extinguida por el régimen fascista.&lt;br /&gt;
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La historia se desarrolla en el centro del jardín que representa el corazón de la casa y de la familia además del paraiso que rememora eternamente el autor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Tertulias literarias.Actividades culturales, música, conciertos, exposiciones...en Barcelona&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ficcionalacarta.blogspot.com/feeds/7159217956010605933/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ficcionalacarta.blogspot.com/2012/05/giorgio-bassani-il-giardino-dei-finzi.html#comment-form' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3168026005914745917/posts/default/7159217956010605933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3168026005914745917/posts/default/7159217956010605933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ficcionalacarta.blogspot.com/2012/05/giorgio-bassani-il-giardino-dei-finzi.html' title='GIORGIO BASSANI, &quot;Il giardino dei Finzi-Contini&quot;(1962)'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqxlTfP984xqb5JblqoSo3lGpyDDaTIbh0lZaW2bYEJCUm-O5sQpStLu9W-K1Co6tvCPxgIj9ZtND5R27yDj5MjFNIGYlIUgn_WSs2WAOw3N6M5G1o9JjBnmHJ4JAFgcMyQM2iRbxhbG3B/s72-c/il+giardino.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3168026005914745917.post-6823429877490288340</id><published>2012-05-04T11:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-05-04T11:59:22.324-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Música"/><title type='text'>Fritz Kreisler plays Rimsky-Korsakov&#39;s Sadko - Chanson hindoue (1938)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&quot;Por tercera vez en la vida el viejo Eloy se erigía en protagonista de algo&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
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De este modo comienza la novela de Delibes, maestro en el arte del retrato de la gente sencilla, de provincias, que pueblan gran parte de las páginas de sus novelas. Esta vez le ha tocado el turno al viejo Eloy, un personaje entrañable que desde la sencillez de sus actos, va ganando la ternura del lector al mismo tiempo que se gana el cariño de la Desi, la chica de servicio &amp;nbsp;con la que comparte sus horas desde la muerte de su mujer; una mujer a la que adoraba pero que nunca llegó a comprender del todo.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Es Desi la única que escucha sus historias sin fin, &amp;nbsp;intentando aprender lo que no pudo en la escuela y es con ella con la única que finalmente se siente un pozo de sabiduría. Es el único momento de su vida en el que se da cuenta que todo lo que ha vivido merece la pena de ser contado&lt;br /&gt;
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En esta última etapa, a punto de cumplir los 70,de jubilarse y con la hoja roja en la mano-la que sale en el librillo de papel de fumar y avisa de que ya quedan pocos-recupera la ilusión y le propone a la Desi &amp;nbsp;pasar el resto de su vida juntos.&lt;br /&gt;
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Un relato extraordinariamente humano, repleto de cotidianeidad, sin carecer de un cierto patetismo que engrandece la humanidad del personaje.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Un comienzo que apunta y dispara a la perplejidad en el que el autor asocia su matrimonio con la muerte del padre.&lt;br /&gt;
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Una visión escéptica del amor, un sentimiento que acepta con amargura como si fuera una imposición a &amp;nbsp;la que se somete sin ninguna convicción.&lt;br /&gt;
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El lenguaje parco y estéril con un poso de amargura refleja el fondo del vaso de un amargo veneno, en el que las elipsis sujetan el peso del argumento. Pesa más lo que no se dice que lo que se dice.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;st&quot;&gt;Sin embargo, la hija de ambos, Daisy, aparece en varias ocasiones como nexo de&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;st&quot;&gt;unión entre ambos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;st&quot;&gt;Después del verano, Boris le&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;st&quot;&gt; pedirá una segunda oportunidad una vez que la pausa le ha abandonado. Mia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;st&quot;&gt;será&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;st&quot;&gt; ahora quien &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;st&quot;&gt;tendrá &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;st&quot;&gt; que decidir como continuar su vida. El libro acaba con un &quot;fundido en negro&quot;, un final abierto al gusto del lector.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;st&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Una novela muy cercana y fresca por la temática en la que infinidad de mujeres se &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;st&quot;&gt;habrán&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;st&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt; visto reflejadas. La autora ha querido retratar en el libro las diferentes edades de las mujeres con sus dificultades. Tal vez la niñez y la vejez constituyen los retratos más dulces y&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;st&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;más cercanos a la libertad absoluta alejadas del ego masculino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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