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La cabeza perdida de Damasceno Monteiro
La cabeza perdida de Damasceno Monteiro
La cabeza perdida de Damasceno Monteiro
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La cabeza perdida de Damasceno Monteiro

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En apariencia, un thriller. Pero, al mismo tiempo, el relato de una crónica de sucesos y una investigación periodística. Todo ello situado en la fascinante ciudad de Oporto, aunque, sospechamos, podría tratarse de cualquier otra ciudad de Europa. Sospechamos también que los problemas del abuso policial, de la tortura, de la marginación social y de las minorías étnicas son el germen de esta historia, pero el símbolo y la metáfora nos los restituyen en otro plano, con la fuerza expresiva de la ficción, que transforma el mero dato de la realidad en literatura.

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Fecha de lanzamiento18 abr 2006
ISBN9788433945549
La cabeza perdida de Damasceno Monteiro
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Antonio Tabucchi

(Vecchiano, 1943 - Lisboa, 2012) se ha impuesto como el mejor escritor italiano de su generación y goza de un amplio prestigio internacional: un escritor «situado a la cabeza de la literatura europea» (Miguel García-Posada), que ejerce «una fascinación sin par», en palabras de José Cardoso Pires. Ha sido galardonado con los premios más prestigiosos, entre ellos el Pen Club, el Campiello y el Viareggio-Rèpaci en Italia; el Prix Médicis Étranger, el Prix Européen de la Littérature o el Prix Méditerranée en Francia. También ha sido nombrado Officier des Arts et des Lettres en Francia y Comendador da Ordem do Infante Dom Enrique en Portugal.

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  • Calificación: 4 de 5 estrellas
    4/5
    Once upon there was a guy, me, who used to just seemed to dislike novels that took the piss out of philosophies (or at least any I liked)… “Candide” was a good piss-take, - and in fact very bleak about humanity rather than cheerily commonsensical. Even though Swift wasn't atheist, it seemed to me that Candide had much in common with Gulliver's Travels... I don't think there is a useful category to be termed "philosophical fiction"....there is more just that baggy old category, "the Novel of Ideas", and even that breaks down when one considers that most "great works" of fiction have quite a strong relationship to ideas of their time, including sometimes philosophically elaborate ideas (Proust influenced by Bergson, Tolstoy doing ""philosophy of history"- but fortunately not only that, in “War and Peace”, Thomas Mann influenced by Jung - despite denials, etc., etc...). Sorry. I missed that epistemology class where the criterion of truth was determined to be cultural greatness, presumably because I was busy thinking for myself, and comparing the subtlety of Leibniz to the crassness of Voltaire (in that work). To be fair to Voltaire, he did not have sight of all the philosophical papers Leibniz kept hidden from the world during his life for very sensible reasons, but even so, enough could be established to see where Leibniz was driving from and just how astonishing some of his ideas were. It's that kind of thinking for oneself that Voltaire was trying to support with the work. Leibniz however, perhaps second only to Spinoza, was a "thinker for himself" of the first order - autodidact, he had to work stuff out for himself and experienced the joy of self-determined understanding. It got him into trouble when he showed off his discoveries only for someone else to say they had already found it - part of this was Leibniz's own excitement about what he was doing off his own back. Perhaps he should have just kept nodding to cultural "greats" like so many of his German contemporaries.Also, love Sartre - and Simone de Beauvoir...and Camus. There was an affinity between Dostoyevsky and Nietzsche, who mentions D's Notes from Underground. What about Swift? Could he be considered a philosophical novelist? Or George Eliot? I suppose the 19th Century, being such a time of intellectual change, with the novel as a primary form of communication, entertainment and debate, was a time when novelists were very engaged with ideas.And where is Antonio Tabucchi’s “The Missing Head of Dasmaceno Monteiro” in all of this? There’s more wisdom in Tabucchi’s Portuguese milieu (in this case Oporto) than in the light beams delineated by dust moats of 18th/19th Century literature. I like reading novels which engage with contemporary ideas - through the medium of the characters and their relationship with the world -which can make the ideas and concepts come alive. Dostoyevsky was driven to debate ideas which he saw as fundamentally important - engaging with authenticity and empiricism and rationality, individual freedom and mass culture and socialism, Christian faith and alienation- in his work. Thus, he often argues against himself, questions his own views, through the medium of fiction, and this gives his work its great power. Yes, Tabucchi like Leibniz, and Nietzsche were original thinkers, if that is what we mean by 'thinking for ourselves.' Of course my criteria of truth began and ended in God as instigator of the best possible world within which our freedom and will is self-determined.As soon as I saw there was an English version of this Tabucchi, I snapped it up. A quote taken from the English version which I also took from my Portuguese edition:“For his piss he had chosen a massive oak that cast its great shadow over a grassy clearing just on the verge of the pines. Who knows why it gave him a sense of comfort to piss against the trunk of that tree, perhaps because it was very much older than he was, and Manolo liked to think there were living things in the world older than him, even if they were only trees. The fact is that it made him feel at his ease, and filled with peace, in harmony with himself and with the universe. So he walked up to the great trunk and urinated with relief. And at that moment he saw a shoe.(“…Para mijar tinha escolhido um grande carvalho que espalhava a sua sombra sobre um campo à beira do pinhal. Não sabia porquê mas dava-lhe prazer mijar contra aquele carvalho. Talvez por ser uma árvore muito mais velha que ele, e o Manolo gostava que no mundo houvesse seres vivos mais velhos do que ele, mesmo que se tratasse de uma árvore. A verdade é que se sentia bem, como se uma serenidade o invadisse enquanto fazia as suas necessidades. Sentia-se em paz consigo próprio e com o universo. Aproximou-se do carvalho e urinou com alívio. E nesse momento viu um sapato” in the Portuguese edition).When I was young I also liked to piss against light poles, particularly in Festas dos Santos Populares in the Summer in Lisbon where we couldn’t find a bathroom even if our lives depended on it… packed Bon Vivants thronging the streets in Lisbon…This is Tabucchi at his best. I can feel what Manolo feels, I can empathise with Loton’s speculations and with Firmino’s literary interests…Bottom-line: Tabucchi is dead. He got rid of the restlessness. We, among the restless and the nonconformists, continue reading his books to appease our own restlessness. It is the least consolation that we deserve I’d say.
  • Calificación: 4 de 5 estrellas
    4/5
    This literary thriller opens in a gypsy settlement outside of Oporto, Portugal. Manolo, one of the older men in the village, takes his usual early morning walk in the woods, and finds a headless body that was not there the day before. He notifies the Guardia Nacional, the police department in Oporto, and the crime is reported by the local media. Firmino, the crime reporter for O Acontecimento, a sensationalist rag in Lisbon, is sent to interview Manolo and investigate the murder. With the help of a local and well connected owner of a pension, he meets Manolo and a witness to the crime, and discovers that their accounts differ significantly from the ones provided by the Guardia Nacional officers that arrested the young man, who is subsequently identified as Damasceno Monteiro. Firmino is subsequently introduced to Loton, a morbidly obese lawyer and polymath, who comes from a wealthy family but has dedicated his life to representing the downtrodden of Oporto in court. Loton serves as an adviser to Firmino and his investigation, while in turn Firmino helps Loton with the case. The two engage in interesting but occasionally obtuse philosophical discussions about society, the unequal distribution of justice, and the use of torture to maintain and control individuals. While I didn't enjoy Damasceno Monteiro as much Pereira Declares, Tabucchi's masterpiece, it was a very good mystery novel with interesting characters and a solid plot line.
  • Calificación: 5 de 5 estrellas
    5/5
    This is a unique book. An erudite, intellectual murder mystery set in modern day Portugal. Among the main characters are a young tabloid journalist, a renaissance lawyer and defender of the abused, a gypsy, a crooked cop and an ex-madam running a bed and breakfast.I believe this is enough to wet your appetite.A fast read that will not dissappoint and will introduce you to a major talent!

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