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The fantastic is born of a very realistic situation, an everyday, routine episode with common people. No, my characters are children, youth, ordinary people; but the fantastic element suddenly appears. That was all completely subconscious for me. Really, I never know anything about myself; you critics are the ones who show me things, and then, I realize. Some works lean in that direction; for example, Rayuela emerges from a concrete fact and the characters begin to talk, so they launch into theories. Well, you and I can also theorize now if we like. Before, you mentioned how to write short stories as if you exorcised them.

Also you said you act almost like a medium. They seemed necessary, but to me creativity alone was of interest. At times criticism is called a kind of secondhand creativity. That is, the short story author writes from a void while the critic begins with an already finished work. But that is also creativity because the critic has reserves, mental and intuitive powers that we authors do not possess. There is a sort of division of labor. Bruno complained he was not Johnny; but if I could speak for Johnny now, he would also complain about not being Bruno to some extent.

I, myself, would like to be a kind of synthesis of the two, even for a day, for one day of my life, creator and critic. When I say creator, it is always with some embarrassment because it is a word loaded with Romantic significance from the nineteenth century; that is, the creator is a sort of minor god. I no longer believe that. The creator is a laborer like many others. There is no scale of values that places the creator above the critic. A great critic and a great author are absolutely on the same level. With Historia de cronopios y de famas Cronopios and Famasand Rayuela, you begin to alter reality, to search for authenticity in life and literature, utilizing a good dose of humor and optimism.

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I am firmly convinced, each day more profoundly, that we are embarked on the wrong road. That is to say that humanity took the wrong path. We have taken an historically false road that is carrying us directly into a definite catastrophe, annihilation by whatever means—war, air pollution, contamination, fatigue, universal suicide, whatever you please. So in Rayuela, above all, there is that continuous feeling tinight existing in a world that is not what it should be. Here let me make an important parenthetical statement. There have been wannted who have thought Rayuela to be a profoundly rellationships book in the sense that it only laments the state of affairs. I believe it is a profoundly optimistic book because Oliveira, despite his quarrelsome nature, as we Argentinians say, his fits of anger, his mental mediocrity, his incapacity to reach beyond certain limits, is a man who knocks himself cleam the wall, the wall of love, of daily life, of philosophical systems, of politics.

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That serves much more as a model for wanetd than a textbook in philosophy. The great surprise for me was that people of my age, my generation, did not under stand anything. The first criticism of Rayuela was indignant. Of course, not at all. But Rayuela means more to me, in a certain sense, than the cronopios. The cronopios are a great game for me, my pleasure. Rayuela is not; it was a sort of metaphysical commitment, a kind of personal probe, besides. And then I discovered that Rayuela was destined for youth and not men of my age. I never would have imagined that when I wrote it. Why was it the young who found something that impressed them, that made an impact on them? That explains how the book was important to the young people rather than to the old.

Of course, I also feel that way, although there are those who see only negative aspects in it. The book is not negative. There is no way that Oliveira can leap from the window onto the hopscotch board. Of course, completely sure. Knowing that, how can one say the book is pessimistic? He is not capable of doing that, but he is capable of living. He ends up discovering to what extent Traveler and Talita love him. He cannot kill himself after that. He was waiting for Traveler because he thought Traveler was coming to kill him. Besides, Talita is downstairs. The enemies are the other stupid ones like the hospital director.

No, to say it would destroy the book. The idea is that you or any other reader must decide. So you decide, the same as I, that Oliveira does not commit suicide. But there are readers who decide he does. Well, too bad for them. The reader is the accomplice, he has to decide. Of course, it is a very optimistic book. Allow me a parenthetical pause. So I had to finish that book at a certain moment. I had to complete it hurriedly and I know very well which parts are not well conceived. That may contribute to the fact that some of Andres final decisions are not clear. There I relied on the intuitive reader.

You can clearly see what you intended. It is a book with a great deal of political commitment. And Andres does that. One arm here, another there. I cannot see you solely in your political dimension. But it is far from being that. I knew you would. But not for the reasons some people think. On the one hand it is, of course, the stand of a Latin American man of the left against the North American system. No doubt about that. In certain circumstances, mechanisms repeat themselves inexorably. In Latin America, the torturers are my enemies, our enemies; but they are Argentinians, Bolivians, Brazilians, the people of Latin America.

Some are good and others are bad; some here, some there. So the two columns not only show that the Latin American gorillas are the same as those in the Pentagon, but something more profound about mankind. The last image in that novel is impressive, when Lonstein is cleaning the corpse. I ask myself how many different meanings it could have. Because you never seem to end a work with a concrete situation that the reader can easily grasp. Or one of the torture victims. But the scene comes after the news and leaves you with the impression of the torture victim. Your having found so many possible options is exactly what I want for my readers. In that corpse each one will probably see someone else as a kind of symbol or synthesis.

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For example, I began A Model Kit three times. It was the hardest book for me to write because the rules of the game were very tough and I wanted to wanfed them. I had another kind of og that appeared later on, but not at the beginning. Waanted was practically a miracle that story was written. It would have been finally logical for aimple to have been lost forever. An intellectual character relationshi;s at once to think brilliantly, like a Thomas Mann character. When Charlie Parker died, I realized simpel about many aspects of his life that he was my character, a man of limited mental capacity but with a sort of genius for something, in this case, music.

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That should answer your question a little about beginnings and endings. The endings are not difficult rochegort me; they almost write themselves. The whole ending of Cleqn that drxma place in the insane asylum was written in forty-eight hours in an almost relztionships state—if I must say so myself. During those long trips, have you had many other experiences No relationships or drama just simple clean fun wanted tonight in rochefort have been useful in your books? Less ffun you would rocheffort. The two Jai Singh observatories rochefor Jaipur and Delhi left me beguiled. Four years later that impression was converted into a book. Since the time when I saw those two observatories I felt like writing.

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When I was ten years old I told my mother that I wanted to be a sailor. Since I was a somewhat sickly child I had asthmaand besides it was expensive in Argentina to begin a career as a sailor we were poormy mother decided it would be better for me to be a teacher. And she told me that quite frankly. Well, I accepted that. Nor was I so bent upon that other career because, had it been so, I would have run away to be a sailor. No, it was just a childhood whim that came from the desire to travel. Well, later on I was able to accomplish that desire without being a sailor.

When you write, how do you choose the genre? Before I begin, I have a general idea of what I want and I know automatically it has to be a short story. Or I know it is the first step towards a novel. The idea from which the short story is to be born already has the shape of a short story, its limits. On the other hand, I sense at times that some elements begin to coalesce: At first I began with a few very confused notions: The idea of Juan as a character. Immediately, I under- stood that that was not a story, that it had to be developed as an extended novel. And they would react by doing things without knowing they were moved by other forces.

If you could save only five books from a fire that would consume all other books in the world, which ones would you pick? Should we turn it off? No, because then the answer will be too pat, too well thought out. Any one of the ones I love, the great odes: But five is an absurd number. I think Ulysses is somehow the sum of universal literature. That would be one of the five books. I really should have punished you for this kind of question. Do you know how Oscar Wilde answered? They were more generous with him. They asked which ten books he would save. And what about Marx? I was thinking of literature.

You already have four of five. Yes, except perhaps for Marx. Perhaps the only exception would be Marx. Nowadays which authors interest you most? It may seem strange to you but these last years, more than pure literature or fiction, I read books on anthropology, on certain kinds of contemporary psychoanalysis or psychiatry that fascinate me because I believe they are filled with possibilities as interesting as those of literature. I read vast quantities of poetry. Nevertheless poetry is absolutely necessary for me and if there is some sort of nostalgia that I possess, it is that my work is not exclusively poetic. But you include much poetry in your prose.

Of course, and moreover I think part of my prose is thought out and conceived poetically, for example, Prosa del observatorio, not entirely because it is interspersed with those passages. But I believe it is a poem, above all the last part. It is very lyrical. When you say you have to read poetry, that it is a necessity, which poets do you refer to? Nevertheless I have the impression that English is the language of poetry. Since my early years I felt profoundly touched by the English Romantics. Later I discovered medieval English poetry and I began to read anthologies. Every once in a while I read him again, not all of him, but the works I prefer.

Poetry in the English language is what really counts for me. You like to compare the art of writing to boxing, to jazz and to photography. When did you become interested in them? Army veteran formerly stationed in Germany. He and Rolf hit if off right away. While we could tell Rolf missed her dearly, we could also tell he felt she was in a better place now and no longer in any pain or discomfort. It was touching as he shared with us this sad news. In spring ofRolf had lunch and beers with us at a Hohn Brewery in nearby Memmelsdorf. He wore his American flag imagery shirt and a U. And, the beer travelers enjoyed meeting Rolf and hearing his passionate stories about his life.

Some for example, involved fishing with hand grenades, dynamite and claymore mines during the Vietnam War. People really enjoyed Rolf. Sometimes, beer tours can be too self-contained and you only meet people in the immediate group. Meeting a friendly and colorful local, such as Rolf, is always a treat. In all his years of living in the area, he had never been to this brewery. He truly enjoyed the visit and going some place, practically in his backyard, for which he had never been. In all fairness, with more than breweries in this region, this is going to happen.

Through the years, I would send Rolf photos of our visits and his visits with the beer tour groups. He loved getting them. Then when I would visit, he would get them all out for us to see again. So, when I got to Bamberg, I tried again thinking I was dialing something wrong. She got the same thing. Then I quickly got more optimistic and thought maybe he went into a nursing home or went to live with one of his daughters. A few days went by and I saw Viola as I walked through the hotel lobby. She asked if I was able to get ahold of my friend, Rolf. I had been so busy with the current beer tour I had not had a chance. So, Viola offered to call the brewery again. This time she got an answer.


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