Jon Bilbao and the basilisk that clouds our vision

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Bilbao go ahead is a prodigious narrator of whom this fateful I have already read Estrómboli about which I published a review titled 'The disturbing lines of black letters on a white background: Jon Bilbao author of Estrómboli ' . In it he praised the excellence of the eight stories that made up that book saying things such as that the concern that its author manages to convey to those of us who read these stories is admirable. We walk surrounded by an inconcrete sadness that belongs entirely to the well-known real world of magnificent fiction. And we are not aware of it or yes but reading frees us from the feeling of being witness to a vulgar trick that only bad writers transmit . Basilisco where characters from one of Estrómboli 's stories appear is a novel because Bilbao and its editor have decided so .

Let me explain: in Basilisco —which is a kind of compendium of Russian dolls— the essential thing the most juicy thing literary speaking also like the entertainment vehicle that fiction must always be is that narrative that someone tells and that consists of UAE Phone Number How much Basilisco has as an extraordinary Western novel as a terrible artistic Western and hence the comparison with the peerless Blood Meridian by the prodigious American writer Cormac McCarthy. The rest of Basilisco is the story of the protagonist who barely stars in a story other than this one who is a writer like Bilbao born in Ribadesella like Bilbao wrote recently and that Bilbao sneaks up on us . A masterful story for the record.



All these objections are the only ones that can be raised against a formidable book of capital strength which also spills the soft sweetness of seduced pain a book written by an author with whom I know how to distinguish when what we are telling is mythology. from which I learn that being a writer is not just a personal decision. “And the desert suddenly smelled like it should have smelled before plastic combustion engines and cinema existed. “Under that sky crossed by rays I knew I was in love.” Basilisco is an artifact in which to understand that you have to know how to tell stories as you know them so that others can write them as they want .