Selva Almada Bücher

»Kein Fluss« – dabei bestimmt in diesem neuen Roman von Selva Almada doch der Fluss alles, was geschieht. Drei Männer, die zum Angeln fahren und mit den Bewohnern im benachbarten Ort beim abendlichen Tanzfest fast tödlich aneinander geraten. Warum? Männersachen? Frauengeschichten? Dahinter verbirgt sich viel mehr, auch deshalb ist das dunkle Wasser viel mehr als ein Fluss, aus dem riesige Rochen gefischt werden und in dem Männer verschwinden. Die Argentinierin Selva Almada hat ihre lakonische Stilistik, die so vieles mitteilt, was vielsagend verschwiegen wird, nochmals um virtuose Umdrehungen gesteigert. Niemand beschwört die verhängnisvolle Männerwelt Lateinamerikas mit solch zarter Wucht wie diese unvergleichliche Autorin.

A piercing and passionate novel, set in rural Argentina, about violence and masculinity Oscar Tamai and Elvio Miranda, the patriarchs of two families of brickmakers, have for years nursed a mutual hatred, but their teenage sons, Pájaro and Ángelito, somehow fell in love. Brickmakers begins as Pájaro and Marciano, Ángelito’s older brother, lie dying in the mud at the base of a Ferris wheel. Inhabiting a dreamlike state between life and death, they recall the events that forced them to pay the price of their fathers’ petty feud. The Tamai and Miranda families are caught, like the Capulets and the Montagues, in an almost mythic conflict, one that emerges from stubborn pride and intractable machismo. Like her heralded debut, The Wind That Lays Waste, Selva Almada’s fierce and tender second novel is an unforgettable portrayal of characters who initially seem to stand in opposition, but are ultimately revealed to be bound by their similarities. Almada enlarges the tradition of some of the most distinctive prose stylists of our time. In Brickmakers, she furthers her extraordinary exploration of masculinity and the realities of working-class rural life. This is another exquisitely written and powerfully told story by a major international voice.

Not a police chronicle, not a thriller, but a contemporary noir novel of the ongoing catastrophe of femicide and the murder of three young women in interior of Argentina.

La 4ème de couv. indique : "The Wind That Lays Waste begins in the great pause before a storm. Reverend Pearson is evangelizing across the Argentinian countryside with Leni, his teenage daughter, when their car breaks down. This act of God or fate leads them to the workshop and home of an aging mechanic called Gringo Brauer and a young boy named Tapioca. As a long day passes, curiosity and intrigue transform into an unexpected intimacy between four people: one man who believes deeply in God, morality, and his own righteousness, and another whose life experiences have only entrenched his moral relativism and mild apathy; a quietly earnest and idealistic mechanics assistant, and a restless, sceptical preachers daughter. As tensions between these characters ebb and flow, beliefs are questioned and allegiances are tested, until finally the growing storm breaks over the plains.."

Ubicada en la Argentina rural, No es un río indaga en la crueldad y la violencia del universo masculino a través de los pactos y las alianzas secretas entre hombres. Enero y el Negro llevan de pesca a Tilo, hijo adolescente de Eusebio, el amigo muerto. Mientras beben y cocinan y hablan y bailan, lidian con los fantasmas del pasado y con los del presente, que se confunden en el ánimo alterado por el vino y el sopor. Una red mezcla realidad y sueño, hechos y conjeturas, isleños, agua, noche, fuego, peces, bichos. Humana, pero a la vez animal y vegetal, esta novela fluye como un cauce, una larga conversación o el afecto entre seres que se quieren: madres, hijos, hermanos, amantes, ahijados. Con No es un río, Selva Almada completa su trilogía de varones, inaugurada con El viento que arrasay seguida inmediatamente por Ladrilleros. En esta novela magistral vuelven a brillar sus formas del decir y su extraordinaria sensibilidad para lograr que los personajes expresen en el hacer lo que habita en lo profundo de sus almas, en lo lejos de sus propias vidas