Dante: the book which lasted thirteen years

For: Javier Brandoli

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Dante was not a birth, were one hundred. My first novel thirteen years hard in and out in a drawer or opening and closing of a computer that many times was nothing more than an old forgotten file. Dante times are explained in the illustrative example that the first draft is crafted, with pen and cuartillas, then I still had confidence in understanding what was able to draw with fingers.

After the previous paragraph I suppose that whoever imagines the book will think that something that has been elaborated for more than thirteen years must be a volume of words embedded in hundreds of pages that were forged during weeks of writing, sometimes feverish and sometimes uncomfortable due to potholes. of wit. Well I'm sorry to say no, that my talent did not give for more, I did not want to fool myself with the equation of quantity and quality, and that I decided not to extend what had no more life. Dante is just over a hundred pages. Dante is a long story or a very short novel. Dante is Dante.

I did not mean to fool myself with the equation of quantity and quality

In the years that I envisioned it there were many more times it disappeared from my head, that was not in my routine. I did it for health, mine, that on many occasions he did not know how to solve what was the basic question of the story: the verb tenses and the person in which it was narrated.

I count it now, how to vent, but there was only one key chapter for me in which one went from the third to the first person and from the past to the present. It was the only chapter that never endured written in the handmade draft because whenever I was faced with its elaboration, the result did not please the reader that I am and the writer I was trying to be was not able to improve it.. It always ends up in small pieces in the bin.

So I kept the folios in a drawer and the most I managed was to transfer everything written to a computer document when I understood that it was easier to erase everything by pressing a button. Sometimes Dante came back to my memory and then something changed, I outlined some story and returned to my labyrinth of times and spaces from that cursed chapter that always led me to a path of no return.

That cursed chapter that always led me to a path of no return

So until December came 2011, a difficult year to which my momentum wanted to change the note in his last yawns. I decided in one stroke to finish Dante. I sat at a table, I opened a bottle of wine and began to write with the intimate secret that 2011 It will go down in my story like the year I finished my book.

Just before or after carrying half a bottle, I do not remember, I found a solution for that piece of history that tormented me and did not know how to write: the solution was not to. It was fantastic, practical and realistic. There is nothing worse than being pretentious in a text and staying halfway. The original I always thought has no merit, in any case what has merit is to be originally good. My idea that times and people explained what happened to the reader was modified by a more linear text, not without some doubt.

I think most people are "not good" or "not bad"

Because Dante is a doubt, perennial, that I tried to hold until the end. I wanted to explain the reasons that a person can have to become a cruel murderer. Probably enough with the simplicity of summarizing it in that I wanted to explain what can make someone a bad person taken to an extreme. I assume that I believe that most people are "not good" or "not bad", but without decanting or being able to decant to different sides depending on the circumstances. The vast majority, except the elect from Eden or Purgatory, they can be bad and good sometime. I actually wanted to explain if you have to have reasons other than casual to be a son of a bitch.

That's all this book talks about, of a topic that interests me, the one to look for blame, guilty, idols and alibis. I think Dante is not always understood, I think there are nuances and metaphors that were born in my head as important and perhaps go unnoticed. Who cares, I always thought that words stop belonging to us when we say them; just at that moment they are already the property of the listener who shapes them his whim. The same goes for books, I: it is the readers who rewrite them in their heads without anything that happens there is already related to the author. Dante is no longer mine, fire him if he attracts you with decorum, it's not his fault. Or if?

PD. Dante can already be found in paper version in bookstores such as The House of the Book or in the same Amazon

 

 

 

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  • Ricardo Coarasa

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    Congratulations on that thirteen year labor! The result, certainly, worth. A book that forces you to ask yourself questions is always a good book. Especially if, such as, it is also well written. It was an honor for me to be the first to read it and have, also, the opportunity to present it. Good luck!

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