Here is a confession of which, except Alex, no almost nobody knows: When I just love, I head assault Torrebruno songs.
(We'll pause for laughter off. 10 seconds, okay? Counting ... OK. Do we? Well, here we go.)
I can give to the idea that something like not customary to disclose, to do so, the few girls who get camelar at night (and I promise from now that my success rate is very low) would come long before fleeing terrified of what is usual (the media, for whom interests you, is around the third date).
My experience tells me that people usually tends to be extremely cautious about talking about their sexual orientation, and very little tolerance for what they see as deviating from "normal", a concept that so prudish in this country, covers little more than the missionary position, the secret room, and the tangential sex education (understood here tangential what it is: a nice euphemism for "apáñetalas as you can, hij @ @ me, surely in the courtyard you find more things that I'm embarrassed to explain to you"). The result, as you may have had personal opportunity to see (and in the first few dates), is a high number of repressed (and repressed), easily distinguishable by bullying and extra-marital exploits unlikely, disparage sexual orientation outside the concept of "normalcy" and have a dysfunctional love life shooting.
But the topic of this post is not sex. Is more related to Torrebruno.
You see, if I have some quality (that many is rather a defect) is sincerity. Calling things by their name. Assume precisely qualities and defects as are standard. Why would they hide the fact that the mind is full of songs I Sabadabadá after intercourse? Surely, at least, will have served to you, readers, I should do a few laughs. Stranger things have heard, for sure. Why should I be ashamed to like Phil Collins or the first single Kylie Minogue (even for personal avatars are irrelevant now)? Cast the first stone who has not danced or chanted Eco night, regardless of the previous amount of mixed drinks. Why Asimov would detest and praise to Ballard, when the two were writing science fiction? Moreover, why I can not use the term science fiction to discuss the works of the Shanghai-born British ?
Here we enter the slippery slope of defining what is science fiction. But while experts debate the issue, we turn to the practical, to what we were taught in school: a work of science fiction is set in an imagined world that appears in the eyes of the reader as plausible and feasible. Which is feasible and is implicit in the literary event, unless we confront a work of theater of the absurd or a Monty Python movie. And that seems feasible (not to be so, although this remark may seem unnecessary, we will make it clear if the flies for ) would be to differentiate broadly, the work of science fiction fantasy. Except
serious omission or degeneration of my memory, this definition serves as the fourteen years to identify roughly the genre it belonged The War of the Worlds, The Invisible Man, From the Earth to the moon, and Fahrenheit 451 I, Robot, among others. Is not that also would serve to include in this classification works as Solaris, Stanislaw Lem, or Drought, JG Ballard? Or the latest The road, Cormac McCarthy?
Well, if the definition and serves on the fourteenth, I do not see why, the reader in their thirties and forties, the category should be refined. Does anyone see the need?
Well, last year I went with Alex to a debate (which lacked Francisco Porrua, founder and publisher Minotauro fundamental in English than in Spain introduced Ballard) organized at the CCCB in the festival KOSMOPOLIS 08 and sample Ballard: Autopsy of nou Mil · leni . During the talk we listen, from the mouth of Agustín Fernández Mallo , the following statement:
"For me, Ballard is not science fiction. What he writes Ballard is another matter. I call it dystopian literature of introspection." Or a similar
pedantry (my mind did not register properly because I was busy to get out of stun) while the rest of the coterie, except Marcial Souto, nodding. Not bad for a confessed Ballardian degree in Physics. I would have liked to see what he had to say Porrúa such a description.
And the fact is that the definition should not be Fernández Mallo to improved taxonomic classification of the genus, but to attempt to dignify, or differentiate, the corpus of the work of JG Ballard, separating it from other science fiction. His subsequent remark "these works of Martians" confirmed that intention. So Ballard segregated from one genre literature which he considered inferior.
Indeed, nobody will deny that there is bad science fiction solemnity. But does anyone feel the need to rename the genre of comedy to leave How I Met Your Mother the same compartment Hot Shots? "A Study in Scarlet of Da Vinci Code? The reader or viewer is supposed sufficient criterion for a critical effort, and if not, dammit, we will not deform as a matter of definition and criteria.
So what need is there to distort the description of precisely a genre so popular, so the twentieth century, as science fiction? Recall that a feature of the work of Fernández Mallo, and all shared a collective age, education and influences, is to vindicate the popular culture of late twentieth century. What are the reasons behind the denial of a label that clearly meets the author's work that paid homage? Does the low level of some securities considered mainstays of science fiction, or even the existence of an entire subgenre cover under the same umbrella as the space opera that more than one can give grime, would depreciate the intrinsic value of atrocities Display which mussels tar?
seems that the gesture was for most intellectual posturing that taxonímica accuracy. Maybe it's the subject of science fiction Torrebruno of this generation after a crazy night?
may seem I'm exaggerating from an unfortunate statement. However, this story is just an example of a pose that has crystallized in the cultural environment through projects like the book Odio Barcelona in exhibitions such as the aforementioned Ballard, and the "movement" (quotation marks, because we all know that continues to be one of those labels that appear in the media communication to include proposals that may be similar) I mentioned earlier and has come to be called Generation Nutella or afterpop. The ecological niche that houses this movement is characterized by the assumption of popular culture as part of cultural heritage, and the reporting of the superficiality of postmodernism. So far everything looks OK, right? So why not assume science fiction as part of the culture popular, but underestimates just as contemptuous as it has since the levels of the "high culture" but also to pose afterpop in plan I know what I mean, I've nursed since childhood ? is assumed and despised. Very schizophrenic all, really.
Moreover, the very interesting project for the Editorial Melusina, which could have been a hit with cotundencia clear that the stupidity that embobalicona this city of ours (well, mine, Alex lives in the suburbs), that of Barcelona anxiety in the ocean of design, the capital of progress perpetually entangled in the debate identatario is is in an anthology at times interesting, but whose thematic thread only serves as an excuse to bring together literary experiments in more than one occasion, cause them to yawn. Nor cast aside read: also has brilliant moments, hilarious (because of Javier Blázquez, whose contribution made me close the book between seizures under the astonished gaze of the passengers of the car) or shocking (the parrot with the collaboration of Hernán Migoya: chillingly powerful . This author really knows how to hit in the liver). It paradigm: that the book-complaint against the city of design fall into the vices of postmodernism (which one of its authors claim): apparently deep aesthetics, however, basically superficial. Here is repeated the attitude of constant contradiction so well exemplified in Barcelona, \u200b\u200ba city that is torn between the identity and design, tradition and modernity, liberalism and the bourgeoisie, and that comes through the Odio Barcelona proposed. After all, those involved do also because they love Barcelona.
So before that urban schizophrenic attitude that seems to have spread to the intellectual level (which normally is growing in urban environments), it is not surprising that, in the vindication of pop, popular culture, which calls this new generation intellectuals, play, however, the mechanism of contempt expressions most popular (or populistic ), contrary to popular expressions that are extolled in previous schools, and that is precisely the focus of criticism of this new generation . The claim, therefore, pop culture is not complete, if necessary euphemisms coined to duplicate a label established and distinguished with the most snobbish of the two, how you can take a serious study, not complex? Is not fall into the same error of postmodernism? Are we failing in posposmodernismo ? This question
not pretend, let unless, in the study of literature, and less in the popular literature, are given leeway. What I wish to point out is the fact that science fiction is secreted in compartments, established from certain aesthetic criteria, they share common generic features. I do not intend, therefore, take part in the trenches opposite, with a pathology similar to that of posposmodernismo , but reversed: the vindication of fandom from a corpus uncritical of science fiction, made with all kinds of works paying attention only to descriptive criteria but uncritical, and which, in turn, excludes works of authors who have played in other generic divisions, not only in the fantastic, because it "respects the tradition of the genre." Both the deformation
terminology of the genre tags to adapt the genre to a certain aesthetic and formal classification, such as creating a generic corpus paying attention only to the values \u200b\u200bof diversity and sub-theme "original", ignoring the aesthetic values, attitudes seem to me little healthy cause a distortion in the assessment of reading.
Because, after all, we are talking about a personal experience of reading these opposing positions, sometimes obscure. All for not calling a spade his name.
I, at least, I acknowledge the Torrebruno. The posposmodernismo and the ghetto never cease to vibrate to the sound of Tigers and lions in a Gatillazo night.
