Mircea Cartarescu

Shifting viewpoints, magic realism, and narrative mastery are all integral parts of Nostalgia, Romanian author and perennial Nobel Prize favorite Mircea Cartarescu's masterpiece. The book is comprised of five unrelated stories: "The Roulette Player," in which a desperately unlucky man manages to amass a fortune by taking part in dangerous games of Russian roulette; "Mentardy" narrates the travails of a prepubescent messiah who loses his powers with the advent of his sexuality; "The Twins," a brave exploration of youthful rage; "REM," in which a middle-aged woman falls in love with a university student in a nightmarish Bucharest; and "The Architect," in which a man who cannot silence his car horn becomes obsessed with sound—an obsession that will have cosmic consequences. Readers eager to acquaint themselves with one of the most important voices in modern European literature will not want to miss this sophisticated, haunting collection of stories. Puntos de vista variables, el realismo mágico y la maestría narrativa son facetas íntegras de Nostalgia, la obra maestra del autor rumano y favorito perenne para el Premio Nobel, Mircea Cartarescu. El libro consta de cinco cuentos no relacionados: "El ruletista," en el que un hombre al que nunca le ha sonreído la suerte hace fortuna participando en letales sesiones de ruleta rusa; "El Mendébil," el cual narra los infortunios de un mesías impúber que pierde sus poderes mágicos con el advenimiento de su propia sexualidad; "Los gemelos," una bizarra exploración de la ira juvenil; "REM," en el cual una mujer de mediana edad se enamora de un estudiante de instituto en una Bucarest pesadillesca; y "El arquitecto," en el cual un hombre que no logra silenciar el claxon de su coche se obsesiona con el sonido—una obsesión que tendrá consecuencias cósmicas. El lector interesado en conocer a una de las voces más importantes de la literatura europea moderna no se querrá perder esta sofisticada, inolvidable colección de historias.

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She looked deep into my eyes, as though her life depended on what she had to tell me.I was trying to help her, to understand her, I emptied my brain to make room for her to get inside. I knew there was nothing to hope for, because she was a woman and consequently I would never be able to understand her.

I couldn't manage it, and, if by some absurd turn we begin again our love story, it would end the same way. I prefer to be next to her in poems, in dreams, in memories, where her image is aesthetic and inoffensive. If I thought there was another chance that she could love me, I would take it, but it is absurd. It is true, though, that without her I am nothing.

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