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 "Spain is not a country of novelists". It is a strong sentence which could keep some truth in recent times if we forgot that not only would be Tolstoi but Clarin, a Spanish author, who would join the 19th century literary achievements, establishing the next century fiction basis.
Clarin was born in Zamora in 1852 but he lived in Oviedo many years. Here, in this wet town, surrounded by mountains, near Bay of Biscay, he wrote his important novel: "The Regenta". It tells Ana Ozores' life, a beautiful woman full of feelings and passions, trapped in Vetusta's hypocritical and conservative society.  |
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Chapter Two : "The Border ".
When the train arrived, he felt alone, ethereal. Who was he? He was aware of his own hands and fingers, of the skin under them, maybe much more.
His corpse was in front of him, again strange... past and future. |
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 Martín Cid was born in Oviedo (Spain), in 1976. He has written many short stories, some of them are compiled in two books: “Beyond the mirror” and “Hard works”. He is author of the novel “Verbs”. |
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 The novel mixes classical and modern styles, changing slowly from tale to tale to shape a frightening and poetic atmosphere. Faust can appear in every moment and broken human beings can see their own faces through his nasty eyes.
Based on the knowledge of numbers, full of meta-literary meanings, calling for another fiction works, the novel travels throughout the ages and countries, finishing in front of the true soul of everyone. It is a new glance, a new concept of nastiness and goodness. |
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Read "Short Stories" here. |
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 Official Web Site of Martin Cid´s book "Beyond the Mirror"
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Agatha Christie: An English Mystery
 By Laura Thompson
When Agatha Christie (1890-1976) was a child she had a recurring nightmare in which pleasant occasions – family tea-times, parties, picnics – were disrupted by a scary apparition with no hands, a ghastly stare and formidable powers of disguise. “It might be Mummy or Daddy or Nannie,” she recalled, “someone you were just talking to. You looked up into Mummy’s face . . . and then you saw the light steely-blue eyes – and from the sleeve of Mummy’s dress – oh, horror! – that horrible stump.” Merging cosiness and menace, it’s a dream that eerily prefigures the 66 crime novels and 13 short story collections that made her a global literary phenomenon (over a billion copies sold in English, another billion in translation).
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Visual Arts |
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Henry Moore in Kew Gardens
 In Kew Gardens’ 300 acres, Henry Moore’s sculptures finally find a home which befits their scale and ambition
Nature is a tricky partner when it comes to sculpture. For thousands of years it took the lead, with artists striving to outdo or merely ponder on its sheer abundance. Today, artists who seem too happy to ingest natural forms and textures in their work risk being dismissed as retrograde sentimentalists. This contemporary distrust of “landscape” as a source of ideas is especially fraught in the UK, where our landscape tradition has been particularly hard to dislodge. Instead, the self has taken over as the territory of choice, providing artists with material they can easily control.
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Is Quentin Tarantino losing the plots?
 Quentin Tarantino still talks a great movie, as our chief film critic discovers. But can he still make them?
Quentin Tarantino is one of the most arrogant film directors alive and once upon a time he was equal to the boast. But the brat pack ego that buoyed him through the 1990s is wearing thin. The Pope of Pulp – or the Earl of Hurl as Empire magazine recently dubbed him – is not the force he used to be. Unlike his indie contemporary Steven Soderbergh he has refused to grow up. Crucially, his films have failed to grow up either.
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