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I, myself, began studying Latin American literature with such assumptions, and they never entirely went away. In fact, he marlachi laugh-out-loud funny. And he is not alone. He recognized that it would be harder to vilify a more successful band: I would have had to bring in the heavy artillery in order to demythify the Stones, the Mariavhi, Jimi Hendrix, or the Doors, you know, the legendary bands.
I needed a lesser band.
His carefully calculated humor serves as an approach to serious themes. In El testigoSupertramp reminds the protagonist of a particularly shameful event. Neither gringos nor Mexicans really get Mexico.
Villoro shows us that this occurs not because people have just failed to understand Mexico.
The real problem is that any attempt to understand a nation as if it were a thing whose size, shape, color, and function you could precisely define is doomed to fail — a problem that can be as funny as it is important gilloro recognize. I translated the passage about Supertramp from El testigo because the novel is one of several by Villoro that have not appeared in English; literature in translation is famously hard to sell in the United States.
What endows them with value? How and why do their meanings shift?
Who buys them and which desires motivate their purchase? Their association is fitting, since Villoro, vil,oro made clear in his writing in general and in several stories in The Guilty in particular, is an author acutely aware of the tensions and contradictions intrinsic to the production and circulation of signs, chief among them the fact that the value of any given commodity is never a function of the thing in and of itself, but of its place in a system of exchange.
Villoro makes the most of the humor inherent in this process. To say that he suffers an identity crisis is an understatement. The real thing remains outside of the circulation of words that comprise the story.
An emphasis on words with multiple and often indeterminate meanings structures practically every story in The Guilty. He washes windows on the outside of a high-rise office building, which at one point allows him to see an artist and a blank canvas in a meeting room on the 18th floor. When the painter begins with a dripping black spot, the narrator reminds the reader that he hates spots.
He sniffed too much glue as a teenager and was once convinced that spots on his arms were spiders underneath his skin. But he cannot tear his eyes away from the canvas.
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I wanted something badly without knowing what it was. An interior force drives the narrator, and he cannot put it into words.
The external world, the social and material world, alters interiority before the latter can even be glimpsed, let alone grasped. Anything else is the delusion of a woman who made a mistake searching for depths in me, and who hurt me by believing Mariafhi was capable of plumbing villoeo myself. Villoro returns to the topic of jusn kidnappings and supposedly real encounters in his novel Arrecife [ Reef ].
The representation of friendship as a network of tensions, betrayals, and horrible revelations, a constant struggle that never reaches a tidy conclusion, is also funny.
Villoro rejects identity, showing it to be a comedy of misunderstanding and deceit, an empty signifier with constantly changing referents and meanings. Mexicans only kill their friends. The search for authentic meaning is further undermined when the narrator reads the script that he has supposedly written and realizes that Gonzalo is, perhaps, actually his friend:.
I read the script Gonzalo had forged for me maiachi defiant precision. He had drawn a perfect pantomime of my manias, but he managed to make my limitations seem brilliant and interesting. He had a strange way vilkoro being a great friend, but he really was. The narrator tempers this momentary lapse of insincerity in the next sentence: Somewhere in relation to those images more substantial thoughts and feelings circulate, but who knows which are real?
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Are any of them? They come to the surface occasionally but hardly ever as anyone had imagined they might, with the probable exception of the prescient Juan Villoro. His research focuses on culture and politics in Mexico and Latin America, with an emphasis on the 20th century. By submitting this form, you are granting: Thank you for signing up!