ROD WITH RUDA
Review of Ruda Macho, Enzo Maqueira
Following a brief and extensive career Enzo literary Maqueira, should not surprise us how brief that takes his first novel. Technically it would be a
Nouvelle, to see what this boy's brief.
And do not think that brief is less deep, do not fall into that error.
Ruda Macho is a simple story: A child who begins a shambling journey towards spirituality supreme. More than a saint, a miracle worker, a healer. And this, in a Catholic religious context, becomes a critical well done and the end caps.
The author's style is so tender and so friendly that even the most sordid moments become sweet. Which is shocking and propels the narrative to a level where one is almost sympathetic accomplice of misery.
Ruda Macho is a story fairly, without excesses. This though as I said earlier does not remove deep, it seems to leave us a desire to further development. The characters (except the Virgin) are outlined without much development that causes two things: that the star is completely devour the Blessed Virgin, which is very good, and second, causing us to lose characters are also interesting as an adult called N, Mother Cristina, and the Coya.
also can not call this a mistake because the fairness in that arming the story goes, it transpires that this was the intention of Maqueira.
Another thing to note is the issue of space-time where the story unfolds. Although precise data are given over the years or the decade that passes all, the narration takes over that time and seems like a kind of time bubble, a continuous time might be happening now or within a couple of years. A sort of history in a bell sandwich (read "SANGUCHEROS"). Because in reality the Virgin is this: he is not a story and its really not interested at all, he is a symbol of desire, the start of a trip, hopes that all deposits and someone must take charge. It is the human being who is in charge of what is and seeks to meet their own expectations and the expectations that others put on it. It is a utopia of human beings.
also reminds us a little Artist's Portrait teenager, James Joyce, where a boy in a Catholic school is to find your destination and its importance, trying to strike a balance between spirituality and the flesh, fighting inner demons that lead from hell to heaven in a dizzying journey of carnal desires and loves death.
But Virgin has its charms, and that makes it more intimate and more fantastic. Welcome
is then, the saint, the martyr, the healer, the innocent who can fulfill our desires ... because to be a god, there must be, first, innocent.
Luis Alexis Leiva
