Name: Senselessness: A Rainmaker Translation Grant Winner From the Black Mountain Institute (New Directions Paperbook) (en Inglés)
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Author: Horacio Castellanos Moya
ISBN: 9780811217071

portada Senselessness: A Rainmaker Translation Grant Winner From the Black Mountain Institute (New Directions Paperbook) (en Inglés)

Formato

Libro Físico

Editorial

New Directions

Autor

Horacio Castellanos Moya

Año

2008

Idioma

Inglés

N° páginas

142

Encuadernación

Tapa Blanda

ISBN

0811217078

ISBN13

9780811217071

Categorías

Ficción literaria

Senselessness: A Rainmaker Translation Grant Winner From the Black Mountain Institute (New Directions Paperbook) (en Inglés)

Horacio Castellanos Moya (Autor) · New Directions · Tapa Blanda

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A Rainmaker Translation Grant Winner from the Black Mountain Institute: Senselessness, acclaimed Salvadoran author Horacio Castallanos Moya's astounding debut in English, explores horror with hilarity and electrifying panache. A boozing, sex-obsessed writer finds himself employed by the Catholic Church (an institution he loathes) to proofread a 1,100 page report on the army's massacre and torture of thousands of indigenous villagers a decade earlier, including the testimonies of the survivors. The writer's job is to tidy it up: he rants, "that was what my work was all about, cleaning up and giving a manicure to the Catholic hands that were piously getting ready to squeeze the balls of the military tiger." Mesmerized by the strange Vallejo-like poetry of the Indians' phrases ("the houses they were sad because no people were inside them"), the increasingly agitated and frightened writer is endangered twice over: by the spell the strangely beautiful heart-rending voices exert over his tenuous sanity, and by real danger―after all, the murderers are the very generals who still run this unnamed Latin American country.