In a few days, the magazine TK, who edited the librarians (and librarians, of course, who are the majority) of Navarra will publish a small newspaper that was written between June and October. The idea, as a story there, emerged with great pleasure reading a diary of the Argentine writer Rodrigo Fresán. At that time I thought reading I go to a loosely constructed, which includes a minimum bibliomaniac stories of a man who lives in part about the books that you can read (if very few, very few, by definition), and also works by making books more accurately moving all the threads to make other books go well made, although it does not exactly considered a publisher.
In this blog I will post some journal entries. And leap, when I want, new entries are written in recent months after delivery to the friends of TK this book is .
June 30 Something
increasingly difficult to achieve in my own city: the pleasure of being in a bookstore without talking to anyone, without meeting with acquaintances, without being forced to say hello. Being invisible, totally ignored, unknown. Not having to hold discussions with booksellers, or friends to distract me from what I want to wander, perhaps buy, doubt, retrace my steps, browse and browse the news, or leave without buying anything. Freedom, anonymity.
July 4
need to own the books, buy them, be my own, read or reels at any time. I like to buy, I really enjoy the delayed operation in the library, but perhaps not read them until years later, or even buy just in case, or buy some that interest me doubtfully.
I have a friend, however, that no possessive meaning, no conservation effort. Buy books, read-or-leave if you are bored, and then I resell them at a bargain price usually in a fun game. So yesterday I took the pale man Journal of Juan Gracia Armendáriz, that he intended to buy but I had been left behind in my scans for libraries. Blessed've done business. It is a text full of wisdom in its composition, the book by a writer who is the tone set to tell his fight a man who says he wants more, much more than a sick man, who lives as he can, loves playing sports, read and write, and coexists with other patients on dialysis sessions beautifully told. A man is sometimes a bit desperate by the limitations you have, but almost always kept hope. John, whom I know slightly and with whom I enjoyed several conversations about the readings of each one, has managed not only his best book so far, but a ledger. Reading it made me spend a perfect weekend, and I'm glad you are having a significant impact. I remember, for example, among the many references to books that have appeared in supplements, periodicals and other media, a magnificent and lengthy post of Vicente Verdú, which saw an interview with John on CNN + and was impressed. This book deserves a legion of readers.
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