#carlos labbe

[kamreadsandrecs]

Is This the Strangest Soccer Novel Ever Written?

This piece was published in collaboration with Golden Goal, a literary magazine about the intersection of politics, culture and sport at the

[kammartinez]

“Collective Ecstasy”: Football and the Remaking of History in Carlos Labbé's The Murmuration - Words Without Borders

Critic Benjamin Woodard reviews Carlos Labbé's novel "The Murmuration," translated from Spanish by Will Vanderhyden(Open Letter Books, 2024)

[kamreadsandrecs]

“Collective Ecstasy”: Football and the Remaking of History in Carlos Labbé's The Murmuration - Words Without Borders

Critic Benjamin Woodard reviews Carlos Labbé's novel "The Murmuration," translated from Spanish by Will Vanderhyden(Open Letter Books, 2024)

[offthebeatenstacks]

Loquela, by Carlos Labbé "Loquela, Carlos Labbé’s fourth novel and second to be translated into English, is a narrative chameleon, a shape-shifting exploration of fiction’s possibilities. "At a basic level, this book is like a hybrid of Julio Cortázar and Paul Auster: a distorted detective novel, a love story, and a radical statement about narrative art. Behind the silence that unites and separates Carlos and Elisa, behind the game that estranges the albino girls, Alicia and Violeta, from the best summer afternoons, behind the destiny of Neutria—a city that disappears with childhood and returns with desire—and behind a literary move­ment that might be the ultimate vanguard while at the same time the greatest falsification, questions arise concerning who truly writes for whom in a novel—the author or the reader. "Through an array of voices, overlapping story­lines, a kaleidoscope of literary references, and a delirious prose, Labbé carves out a space for himself among such form-defying Latin American greats as Diamela Eltit, Juan Carlos Onetti, and Jorge Luis Borges." CLICK HERE to request through SearchOhio (Note: Edition and cover art may vary.)

[pittasnakes]

While she was gone, I retrieved my notebook and retraced the drawing I’d made in the sand. When my wife came back to bed, I showed her the drawing and asked her what she thought it was.

–Easy, she whispered, it’s the two of us when we were young, imagining whom we’d marry.

(from “An Abortive Romance” by Carlos Labbé)

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