I have in my library the two volumes of Cortazar’s short stories, so I grabbed Volume 1 I opened the book randomly: Las Babas del Diablo. Las babas del diablo (part 1). Date Monday, November 21, at The first part of a short .. Cortázar, Category Spanish literature and film, Category. Las babas del diablo (part 2). Date Thursday, November 24, at .. Cortázar, Category Spanish literature and film, Category Translation.

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I gathered everything in my viewfinder the photos with the tree, the parapet, the eleven o’clock sun and took the photo. The relativity of literary interpretation linked to the reader’s response, the narrative voice, or both begins with language itself, as exemplified in the two almost diametrically opposed terms referring to one and the same phenomenon.

The photograph symbolizes the compulsion or fixation. As far as I know no one has ever explained this, so that the best thing to do is to drop our inhibitions and tell the story, because at the end of the day no one is ashamed of breathing or putting on his shoes. No one may ever know how to tell this story.

Now it would be cortazaar, diminished, and he would feel himself to be less of a man. As I had nothing to do, I had enough time to ask myself why this boy was so nervous, why he so resembled a foal or a hare, placing his hands in his pockets, immediately taking one out and then the other, passing his fingers over his skin, changing his posture, and, most of all, because he was clearly afraid — this one could deduce from his every gesture — a suffocated fear of embarrassment, an impulse to throw himself back that came off as if his body were on the edge of flight, containing himself in a final and painful dignity.

The story should be diblo now. And there in his mouth I lad a black tongue flickering, and he was slowly raising his hands, bringing them also to the foreground, an instant still in perfect focus; he, after all, the lump who was erasing the isle, the tree, and I closed my eyes and wished to look no more.

On me they were playing the most horrible trick of all, that of deciding in the face of my own powerlessness, that of having the boy look at the flour-faced clown one more time, and having me understand that he was going to accept, that the proposal contained money or deception, and that I could not shout out for him to flee, or simply again facilitate his exit with a new photo, a small and almost humble intervention that disrupted the scaffolding of drool and perfume.

Blow-Up (Las Babas del Diablo) by Julio Cortázar, |

There are no discussion topics on this book yet. And, of course, all corrtazar this is quite difficult. The English translation likewise fails to convey an adequate impression of the original, particularly its symbolism.


Carlos rated it liked it Nov 15, Las babas del diablo [Cuento] has ratings and 8 reviews. Want to Read Currently Reading Read. We go down five floors and it’s Sunday, with an undreamed-of sun for a November in Paris, with a great desire to walk around, to see things, to take pictures because we are photographers, I am a photographer. And since we’re going to tell the story, let’s put things in some order.

And I said two gusts of green mud. If there’s something I know how to do, I think I know how to watch; and I also know that everything oozes falsity because it is what most casts us out of ourselves, without the slightest guarantee, as a smell, or but Michel is quick to digress, one shouldn’t let him recite at ease.

My power had been a photo, this one, there, in which they would take their vengeance on me and show me openly what was about to take place. And after the “if,” what will I put ddel, how will I cottazar finish my sentence?

Habits are like great herbaria: Sometimes, particularly late in the narration, when the shifting time planes are further blurred and cortazaf fused, Michel feels that the incident is repeating itself and will have a different, negative outcome because he will be unable to intervene.

I didn’t feel like taking any photos, and I lit a cigarette to have something to do; I believe it was in that moment, as the phosphorus of the tobacco drew closer, that I saw the boy for the first time.

I could tell this story with much detail, but it’s not worth it. The woman said that no one had the right to take a photo without permission and demanded that I hand over the roll of film. When I had come to the first houses, on the side of the iron footbridge, I turned back to look at them. Link an External Response Have a response on your own site?

The contrast between the two time planes becomes part of the self-consciousness of the la, developed as two interwoven narratives, the second presented in parentheses that separate it visually as well as temporally from the primary one. This silence lay down and armed itself. For my part I didn’t care much about relinquishing the roll of film, but anyone who knows me knows that you have to ask me willingly for things.

I don’t know why I had gotten down from the parapet; I don’t know full well why I decided not to give them the photo, to refuse this demand in diabpo I sensed fear and cowardice.

Your reference will not appear until it has been cleared by a website editor. He found two or three test shots that he had already forgotten, a feeble attempt to capture a cat perched on the roof of a urinal alley, as well as the photo of the blonde woman and the adolescent.

Reader Comments 4 Why did you omit the second paragraph of the story? For the second time I was leaving them; for the second time I helped him escape and returned him to his precarious paradise.


But this was better than the company of a woman capable of looking like he was looked at on the isle; Michel is at times a puritan, believing that one should not be corrupted by force.

Blow up (Las Babas del Diablo)

And the pigeons, sometimes, and the odd sparrow. Rosebud rated it liked it Sep 30, Those are things that are done, and when something babaz occurs, when we find a spider inside one of the shoes or when we breathe dixblo feel like broken glass, then there is something to tell, something to tell the boys at the office or the doctor.

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Thank you for this wonderful translation! Now a large white cloud passes by, like all those days, all this countless time. Suddenly I ask myself why I have to say this, but if we began to wonder why we did everything we did, corrazar we merely asked ourselves why we accepted an invitation to dinner now a pigeon is passing, looks to me like a sparrowor why when someone has just told us a good story, something like a tickle arises in our stomach and it won’t be still until we walk into the next office and, in turn, tell the story; thus as soon as this is done, we are well, bbaas are happy and we can get back to work.

Closing my eyes, if it is I who closed them, I put the stage in order: I had just written: What to read after El Perseguidor?

dkablo The clown and the woman convened in silence: Perhaps this may dialbo what happens with all fatidic actions, perhaps this may be the condition of their fulfillment.

I laughed in their faces and set off on my way, I suppose a little more slowly than the boy. He pinned the enlargement on a wall of the room and that first day he spent a while gazing vortazar it and remembering it in that comparative and melancholy operation of remembrance in the face of lost reality; his frozen memory, like every photo in which nothing was missing, not even and most of all nothing, the true scene setter.

Never the wind, the light of the sun, these materials were always new for the skin and the eyes, and also the boy and the woman, alone, placed here so as to alter the isle, so as to show it to me in another way. Deeblog book reviews, film reviews, translations, essays. Views Read Edit View history.