#malaherba

[nima-words]

“Querer a la gente es mirarla mucho hasta no saber si es guapa o fea, y que no te importe lo más mínimo”

Malaherba, Manuel Jabois

[glassribbon]

“Bien sabe Dios que es más peligrosa la pena que el odio, porque el odio puede destruir lo que odias, pero la pena lo destruye todo.”

— Manuel Jabois, Malaherba

[glassribbon]

“Yo creo que lo que nos pierde es la crueldad, porque malo es imposible no serlo.”

— Manuel Jabois, Malaherba

[vanessasisomonter]

RETO LECTOR 2024 - LIBRO 19

11 de Mayo 2024 - Otro sábado primaveral, con atisbos de lo que está por llegar. Y en el blog, el libro 19 del reto lector 2024: "Malaherba" de Manuel Jabois. Buen fin de semana!

«La primera vez que papá murió todos pensamos que estaba fingiendo.» Así empieza Malaherba de Manuel Jabois. Un día Mr. Tamburino, Tambu, un niño de diez años, se encuentra a su padre tirado en la habitación y conoce a Elvis, un nuevo compañero de su clase. Descubrirá por primera vez el amor y la muerte, pero no de la forma que él cree. Y los dos, Tambu y Elvis, vivirán juntos los últimos días…

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[mundaneandmagicalcreature]

The following post will look longer than it really is. There'll be a quote in Spanish from Malaherba by Manuel Jabois and then the same text in English (translated by me). The novel is about sexual awakening, but it's also about family, class, memory, the nineties, etc. It's tender in a non-sugar coated, candid way.

In one screen we had to climb a ladder to reach the upper floor where more enemies awaited. I started to climb first but Elvis told me to stop in the middle. I don’t know if he told me to do so, or if he just turned around and grabbed the joystick, the thing is I stopped and he started to climb with his fighter. Since both protagonists went through each other, I suppose so we couldn’t fight one another, Elvis made his Jimmy go up and down my Billy Lee, and he said laughing, as if he liked it, “Ah, ah, ah”. Then he started to rub himself against me, I was sitting under him; I kept quiet, my chest burned so much I was breathing raggedly, and I felt everything in my joggers get stiff. He stopped soon, at least it seemed too soon to me. And he turned around and said: — Do you like it? It’s called fucking- he said, or something like that. Elvis used to watch a lot of movies because his dad had a vcr player. —Do it again, c’mon- I asked. I couldn’t stop looking at the door, which was locked. Anyone could tear it down with an iron hammer. Elvis moved himself again. He pressed his body and his butt on top of me, we fitted so well, and he rubbed again at the same time as the players in the videogame. I was so hot it seemed I had a fever; I didn’t know what I was holding back, but I couldn’t hold it back any longer, and I felt as if a weight inside my body had came loose down to the end of my belly, just on top of it. Of all the new things, it was the newest. It was pleasure, but it also hurt down there, at the start of the balls. After a few seconds in which I couldn’t even talk, I pushed Elvis away from me, I was dying of embarrassment, and kept on playing alone while he turned his back to me and started to play with some playmobils. After some minutes had passed, I wanted to do it again, but I also wanted to punch him.

Malaherba, Manuel Jabois

[ilikeitwhenyouaregone]

Hago las cosas para que alguien esté orgulloso de mí. Siempre hay que tener a alguien que pueda estar orgulloso de lo que haces. Lo que hacemos por otra persona es más incluso de lo que hacemos por nosotros mismos.

Manuel Jabois, Malaherba

[cmatain]

#EstoyLeyendo la #novela #Malaherba, de #ManuelJabois (Barcelona, Penguin Random House Grupo Editorial, 2021). #Literatura #LiteraturaEspañola #Narrativa #NarrativaEspañola #Libros #Leer #LeerEsMiPlan #LeerEsVivir #LeerEsVivirMás #LeoyComparto #LeamosJuntos #Lecturas #instabooks #instalibros #bookstagrammers #bookstagram #bookstagramespaña #bookstagramenespañol #bookish #SomosLibros #SomosLetras #SoyLoQueLeo #Lectura #Libroadictos #SomosLoQueLeemos #Lectura https://www.instagram.com/p/CT-MeWes_9-/?utm_medium=tumblr

[ilikeitwhenyouaregone]

—Es un desayuno de mayores, no sé cuántas veces os lo tengo que decir—dijo mamá antes de salir de casa.

Pero nos gustaba. No nos hacía daño ni hacía daño a los demás, tampoco molestaba a nadie ni era incómodo, ni nos hacía llorar en la cama antes de dormir, ni nos ponía tristes toda la semana, ni nos dejábamos de hablar con alguien por hacerlo, así que tan de mayores no era.

Manuel Jabois, Malaherba