It is always fascinating for me to listen to the recordings of authors reading their own work. Juan Rulfo, the esteemed Mexican author, had an entrancing reading voice that seems to me to capture the ebb and flow of his writing: it is itself almost a force of nature, but an understated, quiet one. You can listen to him reading his story, "Luvina," here.
When we read Rulfo's work, it is sometimes difficult not to place him within a distinctly national context: he was known, first, as a Mexican writer. But his voice echoes across national borders in the work of Gabriel García Márquez (Columbia), Roberto Bolaño (Chile, Mexico, El Salvador, France, Spain), and Sandra Cisneros (U.S.A.). Each of these writers has found something in Rulfo that resonates: a hyperreal sense of place, an unsettling sense of time arrested and continuous at once, a respect for unpresuming voices-- those voices barely heard elsewhere.
Rulfo was not only a great writer: he was an accomplished photographer as well. His distinctive literary voice-- lyrical, simple, haunting-- finds its corrollary in his beautiful images of rural Mexico. Here are a few:
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
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I really find the middle photo of the instruments and music stands interesting because I think it shows how prepared the people in this area would be to perform music at a moments notice. At first glimpse this photo brings to mind words like 'abandoned' or 'desolate' but I think upon further inspection it looks like these instruments are used regularly. The drum has stress marks from being played and the tubas and trombone are sitting in a way that a musician would set them. It looks like a sand storm is rolling in but I would be willing to bet that after the sand settles the band will play on.
ReplyDeleteThese are very nice observations! There may be more hope than resignation here...
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