Writers No One Reads: Onetti

There are those days you don’t really know what to read, or where, or why. These are the days you look for writers no one reads. Such as Arlt, or Onetti. Why?

Why are they scarcely read, although they are always highly praised as important novelists? After all, their books keep on popping up in bookstores, people on holidays choose them to read, students deliver lectures about them… Onetti is no exception. There are incipient writers who feel inspired by his work.

Some English-language translators like Peter Bush bear the burden of bringing those authors into Shakespeare’s language, maybe to let sybarites feel and compare their stature. Critics often compare Onetti to William Faulkner, creating what has been called “desperate characters without dreams, but who are not lacking in humanity”. Juan Carlos Onetti’s writing is dramatic, existentialist, full of deceptions, but still intriguing.

Wish writers as Onetti were better noticed. At least, people in search for answers to their lives, would be able to see themselves in a literary mirror.

The Lost Depth

The Lost Depth

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Depth

We’re not much of a deep generation. We don’t think much before doing something. We are fast moving people. We don’t want to stop even for a second. We’re just running in this race without knowing which race it is. We are shallow people. What we have in depth is, shallowness. We have really forgotten how to do something with depth. We’re a generation of instant hook ups and link ups. Who has time to love with all the depth they have. Its the easy generation. Instant relationships, instant drive-thru services, ready made stuff. Everything has to be fast. No time to stop and reflect upon things.

Whatever we do, we have a motive behind it. We hardly show any interest in things that don’t pay us back. The emotions, feelings are lost. The depth is lost. We don’t want to know anyone deeply and its almost impossible…

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On Positive Emptiness

Usually we think about something. What about thinking about… nothing? Or: what about having nothing to think about?

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(c) John Register Painting of Emptiness Chairs (c) John Register

Do you ever notice the empty spaces between and within things? The diamond holes in a chainlike fence, the empty space within your room, the emptiness around an interesting person on the street, an emptiness out of which she or he seems to have materialized before your eyes?

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Wanna Polish Your Prose?

Wanna Polish Your Prose?

The Daily Post

We’re excited to tell you about the latest addition to the library of on-demand Blogging U. courses: please give a warm Daily Post welcome to Writing: Shaping Your Story!

Sound familiar? This course is based on the old Writing 201: Finding Your Story course.

Shaping Your Story is a four-week, intermediate/advanced-level course focused on editing and sharpening your writing. You’ll learn to identify a post’s unique angle, craft compelling introductions, pinpoint your story’s key moments, and build those moments out into rich scenes. Whether you write fiction or nonfiction, Shaping Your Story helps you focus and refine your work.

Since Shaping Your Story takes you into writing and editing techniques in depth, it’s structured a little differently than other Blogging U. courses:

  • There are no daily assignments.
  • You’ll get one email each week with an overview of the week’s topic — Angles, Introductions, Key Moments, and Scenes — and a series of…

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Very happy for no reason

Very happy for no reason

I can’t capture this moment.
It is one of those when you are feeling happy for no specific reason.
Nothing to put in the news, nothing to point the finger at or call a friend to talk about it.
It is simply there yet at the same time I feel no need to trap it.
It is here and I am grateful for it.

Magic of this moment

Feeling grateful.
For a lovely hike at sunset.
For being able to go barefoot, really feeling the path under my soles.
For warm and sincere people all around, struggling with everyday life situations yet still managing to follow their dreams. And letting these dreams evolve, maybe even change.
For Caribbean music that lights up every day no matter what I do.
For loud people under my window letting me know they are having nice time on a Sunday evening.

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I can’t capture this moment.
It is one of those when you are feeling happy for no specific reason.
Nothing to put in the news, nothing to point the finger at or call a friend to talk about it.
It is simply there yet at the same time I feel no need to trap it.
It is here and I am grateful for it.
Feeling at peace within and without.

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