Jeftanovic Andrea was born in Santiago de Chile in 1970. Sociologist at the Catholic University of Chile. He is currently finishing a Ph.D. in American Literature at the University of California, Berkeley. In 1997 did an internship for one semester at the School of Arts, Madrid. In 2000 he published the novel War Scenario, which in 1999 won first place in the literary game Gabriela Mistral and in 2000 the National Council Award for Best Paper published novel. And today has been revenues in Spain by Ediciones Baladà is a fantastic book and worth to dedicate this post. 
is no accident that the novel by Andrea Jeftanovic should be entitled War scenario that the structure or acts, or some of its chapters have titles with clear references to the world stage: Function alone, In permanent tour, rehearsal , Backstage or Staging. It is no coincidence because we are in the representation, and mean by representation, mimesis of life or self. Curiously, this is an a posteriori sense, objective, post reading: an analysis, because while you are hidden between the pages of the novel, you have the feeling that there is a stage, rather that voice, that girl, that woman could not even say character, because it is much more real, fills the whole scene. Parliament, his prose, his memories are recorded in our souls, we feel as our own, with no time to gasp, without us relentlessly ... Like a scream in the night we whisper in a dream. Thus, this novel undresses layer by layer, the accumulated hindrance years old, with powder coating lines secret hands that few dare to read. Look back, crumble children, parents weigh, discover, whether or not I was wrong. "Pain is inevitable, suffering is optional" I read in the last test Haruki Murakami, and think about the character of the father, who chose conviction that suffering, which could not escape from his own childhood. Anchored in a memory, in the face of a clock, the tick-tock that marks the line between innocence and the loss forever of identity. In this jungle of memory, this man built a limited world in which fear about everything known. His daughter, meanwhile, tries to escape, to understand the being that would correspond to inheritance and that his father is buried not entirely successful. She, too, like his father, recalls, ruminating each of the pieces of mirror of his own childhood. Try to do this, try to move forward with loads of blood, to stop the suffering of their own volition.
blood and self-employment as a thread as painful as evocative novel. A hard history, carved on each page by a chisel made of powerful imagery, so beautiful, and sad, accurate and hurtful, which are tearing the pages one by one, line by line, to devise an escape code to outside yourself and get to meet face to face on the stage of life, war, face to face with the characters that have marked the ones that matter, those who love and hate. Those who have pregnant with ourselves, and that is frankly difficult to extricate. Let them go, parirlos or not, to bring them inside to look at life, at last, with different eyes, with their own, although experience has upset us so much that maybe that is virtually impossible, an optical illusion. A blink, and you discover that no one who thought so, but understand why ...
In short, a vivid novel that looks back to look ahead, lost in the eyes frozen on the faces of memory. Poetry between the pages, sonorous voice that emerges from the depths of suffering that wants to quit. The therapy for braid melancholy story you want to sort and count, but the temporal escapes like a wounded animal runs to take refuge in the depths of the earth.
words for pain, painful words. Wer
