By Silvina Ocampo
Ocampo is a part of a trio of literary figures: Jorge Luis Borges (her friend), and Adolfo Bioy Casares (her husband). here's a number of her brief stories.
blurb from Publisher's Weekly:
This assortment via the Argentine writer includes tales written within the Nineteen Forties, '50s and '60s. All 32 items mirror Ocampo's emphasis on kind over plot and characterization, and her predilection for the surreal and mystical. occur all through and continuously voiced in Ocampo's sophisticated, understated tones are subject matters of sin and forgiveness, of affection and infidelity, of sickness, demise and homicide. In "Voice at the Telephone," Fernando broadcasts that "children's events depress me" and that he avoids lighting fixtures cigarettes, after which finds that, at his fourth celebration, he and his pals locked their moms in a room and set fireplace to the home. In "The Sibyl," a burglar encounters a tender lady in a house he's robbing; she all at once tells him, " 'You are the Lord, since you have a beard . . . . A Lord, to whom we needs to provide all that we have.' " And within the interesting "The Punishment," a tormented lady tells her lover a backwards model of her existence tale, continuing from current to prior and admitting earlier than she dies, " 'Remembering the prior is killing me.' " those stories are eerily compelling, and Ocampo is a grasp of swish, gentle writing, admirably translated by way of Balderston. yet eventually, her focus on surreal, stylized events renders the works opaque, and detaches the reader from her characters.
Copyright 1988 Reed enterprise info, Inc.
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