How can it be that which has created me as that which for me is nothing?
- ANNE BEREST::The daughter of her father Alberdania duration:: 112 pages price: 14.80
Gema Lasarte
2011ko abenduaren 14a
“I’ve found myself in an unpleasant situation to attend a burial that no one has invited me, for the second time in my life. Ten years ago, it was the first time I've learned my son's father. The second time today, the burial of my own father.” Here is the core of this novel, which is presented on the first page as a showcase.
The first page explodes Anne Berest and the reader. On all other pages, Berest is associated with the search for syntax and semantics appropriate to the force of the explosion. I would say that he skilfully achieves this reversal of the story, in a circular and precise way. And there would be
the impact of this novel, which has been the finalist of the awards Goncourt.La novel has a single protagonist, the narrator, who has been educated between two sisters, and who places the space between two sisters, but who will have to narrate in the time he has lived between two other men. There are many things that have lived in different times and spaces and the only subject, the long chain of families and absurd relationships or the wide network of surprises.
But the elegance and strength of this syntax would be to chain the characters, as from one character to another was on a journey without loss of narration. It is a concrete and dry thought that in this crown of characters gives us to understand one voice. Because Berest tells us about social mirrors, family exchanges and the impossibilities and lies in them, and for this she has chosen a woman who leads an eye chain among many characters, whose theme is absurd affinity and motherhood.
In addition to the reading of family relationships and modern coexistence, the promenade from the beginning to the end of the text becomes an explosion of constant lives that are not expected. From the explosion of the first page to the last, the narration does not lose tension, it is more, as the pages go through, you become interested in the surprises and the new characters that emerge in the story. There's a young writer in our country, an exceptional and very painful storyteller in the choice of subjects, who I've been very aware of when I read Anne Berest. The fact is that this woman, with Jon Muñoz in Alberdania, who has written her first novel only 32 years ago, has made a great contribution to the Basque literature and cannot be otherwise, since Sophocles quotes in her post the question that put in the mouth of the Edipus King: “How can it be that which has created me as that which is nothing to me?”
The first page explodes Anne Berest and the reader. On all other pages, Berest is associated with the search for syntax and semantics appropriate to the force of the explosion. I would say that he skilfully achieves this reversal of the story, in a circular and precise way. And there would be
the impact of this novel, which has been the finalist of the awards Goncourt.La novel has a single protagonist, the narrator, who has been educated between two sisters, and who places the space between two sisters, but who will have to narrate in the time he has lived between two other men. There are many things that have lived in different times and spaces and the only subject, the long chain of families and absurd relationships or the wide network of surprises.
But the elegance and strength of this syntax would be to chain the characters, as from one character to another was on a journey without loss of narration. It is a concrete and dry thought that in this crown of characters gives us to understand one voice. Because Berest tells us about social mirrors, family exchanges and the impossibilities and lies in them, and for this she has chosen a woman who leads an eye chain among many characters, whose theme is absurd affinity and motherhood.
In addition to the reading of family relationships and modern coexistence, the promenade from the beginning to the end of the text becomes an explosion of constant lives that are not expected. From the explosion of the first page to the last, the narration does not lose tension, it is more, as the pages go through, you become interested in the surprises and the new characters that emerge in the story. There's a young writer in our country, an exceptional and very painful storyteller in the choice of subjects, who I've been very aware of when I read Anne Berest. The fact is that this woman, with Jon Muñoz in Alberdania, who has written her first novel only 32 years ago, has made a great contribution to the Basque literature and cannot be otherwise, since Sophocles quotes in her post the question that put in the mouth of the Edipus King: “How can it be that which has created me as that which is nothing to me?”