July 9
I come, I'm on vacation drawing near, the Semana Negra de Gijón. Two years ago I also went on a Friday, the first of the fair, which lasts ten days. Then there's appointment held crime novels and police in the Poniente beach in the heart of the city. Now located next to another beach, the Arbeyal, much less master, the more proletarian, in an area with very modern buildings coexist with ships from a declining industrial area, a typical polygon that Gijón (Asturias that, in reality) that from the late seventies was sinking and has been forced to seek new ways of economic survival and molt. The fair is sandwiched between the beach is very full today, and a crowd grass where a good number of women (women only) sunbathing topless.
first thing the visitor is a real fair. There barracks classics like the Ferris wheel, bumper cars or horses, along with other more novel. But the talk loud brutally dominates the man in the raffle. It looks like the same man for all raffles barracks in the world with the same tone as we heard of children, speaking of dolls for the gentleman or lady.
food stalls abound. Turkish food, Cuban, sausages, sandwiches of all kinds, fried intense at mid-afternoon calorazo dizzy visitors to churn with the flavors of sweet posts. And many posts solidarity in which sells T-shirts and silly craft objects. Books
not much, really. Most houses sell volumes outside the theme of the meeting. Only the position of the library and Criminal Black, of Barcelona, \u200b\u200bis the entity that the event demands. There are other more modest booths offer some novels, and some places sell them occultism and other hoaxes, or studies on dialectical materialism and imperialism, or biographies of Mexican revolutionaries, Cuban and Argentine, and all balances Asturian publisher Júcar, long dead, there is always something worth (buy, for the fifth time, Adolphe by Benjamin Constant, wonderful book). Luckily, I found also two or three positions where the bibliópata can be made at very low prices, very solvent editions Aging, Italo Svevo, the Daily Tolstoy, The World of Yesterday by Stefan Zweig, or The Death of Virgil, Hermann Broch. Volumes, as shown, police rarely, but always good to buy, even if you have.
is assumed that the central place this week is the tent that held the discussions between writers and book presentations of gender. But now the writers will be coming to Gijón, I reckon, on the train that brings in Madrid, and then run her first night partying in the city. Until tomorrow snuggles this tent, late and hungover. Today, the hundred or place chairs are empty, and only two technicians walk testing microphones.
went crazy in times of crime novels and police. Today the genre is still in fashion, and editors no longer know what Nordic post new author, embarking on a frantic search for another Stieg Larsson. But I'm not the same. In recent times I've only read the latest research for civilian guards Lorenzo Silva, water strategy, which seemed to me worse than before, although the bill is solvent, and easy Life by Richard Price . But Price, who I remember very good novels, as Clockers and Freedomland , it is increasingly cast in the genre. In life easier intrigue does not matter. Price making is to portray cops with very aperreadas lives, and in particular to analyze how a crime decays to a family. Great realistic novel, with no adjectives.
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