#selva almada

[derangedrhythms]

He knows the woods better than he knows himself.

Selva Almada, Not a River, tr. Annie McDermott

[sublecturas]

"No es un río", de Selva Almada en la Línea B

[whilereadingandwalking]

Lina is exhausted by her and her husband's bleak life on parched land. Their son left years back. There's nothing for them here. But her husband can't leave his dead. And so she sets off to see the ocean—only for her husband to have instant regret, and set out to try and catch up. All That Dies in April by Mariana Travacio, translated by Will Morningstar and Samantha Schnee, is a gorgeous tale of the rawness, the bleak realness of humans at the mercy of nature in the pampas, very reminiscent of Selva Almada.

It was a short read, very emotional in its way, with a clear, brief, raw sort of approach. Lina and Relicario are thrown by their own inner desperation into circumstances they're too old to face, and their determination and quiet love and resolve are well-done. My only real complaint is the abruptness of the ending; I don't always mind a cropped end, but this time I felt like it failed to close a loop that, in the emotional narrative, was much-needed.

Content warnings for domestic abuse, death, ableism and mistreatment of mentally ill, mentions of sexual assault & harassment, animal abuse.

[litandlifequotes]

You just had to listen to apprehend the pulse of the universe.

The Wind That Lays Waste by Selva Almada

[amor-barato]

A mata era uma espécie de entidade fervilhante de vida. Um homem podia aprender tudo o que havia para saber só de observar a natureza. Lá, na mata, tudo estava se escrevendo continuamente, como num livro de sabedoria inesgotável. O mistério e a revelação. Tudo mesmo, contanto que o sujeito parasse para escutar e ver o que a natureza tinha para dizer e mostrar.

Selva Almada, O Vento que Arrasa

[date-prisa-estamos-leyendo]

Que nadie tuviera nada para decir ni de ella ni de sus hijas. ¡Qué tonta! La gente igual siempre tiene algo para decir. Y si no tiene, lo inventa.

No es un río, Selva Almada.

[intellectures]

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