I’m going to make some book swaps to my Latin-American Readalong – which is fine I think since, even though these are books I’ve already started, I’m pretty sure I won’t be putting anyone out.
I’m not now going to read Donoso’s Curfew this month – or, possibly, ever. I read 9 whole pages, and it just bores me like the last Donoso novel I read. No, that’s it for Donoso: too many boring novels.
And I’m not going to read José Lezama Lima’s Paradiso. This is just a statement of fact. I picked it up again last night, after deciding to give up on Donoso (you can tell I was in a fairly intolerant mood in the first place), and read the following:
Facing this house of druidic lunar suspicions and with tunics left behind by the Stymphalides, sitting in a stone rocking chair of ground mother-of-pearl, the Chinaman of the swift golden crullers, wrapped in apotropaic linen, was moving osseously inside that big stone house, inside his linen billowing in the strong wind. From the weariness inspired in him by a leftover glass egg, he fashioned a very delicate ceremonial baton, sometimes carrying the dream of antelopes and frontal candelabra to the leafy astray at his right hand, sometimes lifting the cottons of one leg to the chair, determined to resist the nocturnal projections behind the crisscrossing of the instrumental ossein.
Probably you think I’d be able to understand it better from the context, but I’ve forgotten by now what the context is – or perhaps, as I’ve come to reasonably expect, there is no further context.
Instead I’ve decided to read (keeping with my plan of representing twelve different Latin-American countries in twelve different months) the following:
- Three Trapped Tigers, by G Cabrera Infante (Cuba)
- The Flight of the Swan, by Rosario Ferré (Puerto Rico)
Rosario Ferré will now be the March edition; G Cabrera Infante I’ll fit in some time.