This Monday marks one month after the death of the Colombian writer
GERMÁN PINZÓN AND THE SEARCH FOR THE TRUTH
- Journalist and writer, died without being able to complete his latest literary work, 'Othello and Cañengo'. Colprensa reveals fragments of her unpublished novel.
- "When there was an exceptional event: accidents, genocides, crímenesmisteriosos, miracles of the Virgin, insurrection, earthquake, desgraciascolectivas, the chronicles of Pinzón had the quality of the fantastic" GonzaloArango
- "Germain had a way of writing impossible to imitate. If something destacade him is his originality, uniqueness of style, finish that novel allotment can do ": Leopoldo Pinzón
By Camilo Argüello Benítez
Bogotá, 09-July-2010 (Colprensa) .- The silence in the places where he lived his last days Germain Finch is so great that it seems that God was dead. Or they were just finishing building the world of 'Othello and Cañengo', the novel left unfinished on 12 June when it attacked a cardiac arrest at his home in Bogotá.
His last novel was there, in a computer as if it had been left incomplete on purpose to die without even came into existence. It is hard to believe that this man of 76 years, visibly younger, such Once through the blending of art and be unable to complete what he considered his latest literary effort.
The truth is that since he left journalism, Finch had spent most of the time attending to their physical ailments, most recently a hernia at the end of your spine, and typing 'Othello and Cañengo', taking whatever came, fighting against their prejudices "and a tendency to exaggerate certain features and make speeches."
"He was a very introverted person. He was very generous, but cared little for himself, that was bad for your health, not as it should be cared for, "says Sonia Cardenas, widow Pinzon, who does not lose his smile symmetrical teeth of a comb. Germain
Pinzón
never stopped talking about journalism and always gave advice on how cooking is a chronicle: "In the chronicle made moral and literary authority, to drop chair, is a danger with which we shall be fighting, although feel a duty to make clear that it is a reality, not a novel and existing commitments to reality. " Read
knowing Pinzon is "no need for novel, just real life," as Castro Caycedo Germain said, adding that the writer "was a better writer García Márquez." Smelled, touched and tasted even the smallest detail in his journalistic texts. He was a hunter who had chronic feelings as real paintings, as "little Mona Lisa."
Finch, the man who in the sixties was awarded the Vanguard Nadaísta Novel for "The Earthquake", which won an award for his screenplay "Pisingaña" in the III Festival de Cine de Bogotá in 1986, who in 1998 published "This life and the next" breaking with thirty years of literary silence, and here he published his collection Espasa newspaper "Reporter to death" in 1999, he left high the art of telling stories, those that were read in the magazine O 'Cruzeiro in its international edition in Castilian and Scraps magazine, where he served as Managing Editor. Then his voice won the Radio Nacional de Colombia, which was under his leadership from 1967 to 1969.
His lively and friendly attitude, which immediately hooked one, it fit very well in print friendly at first glance that also showed a good attitude to any new acquaintance, to whom he was friendly and full of curiosity. It seemed that it might be mistaken for anything, but always better not try. For journalist
and writer Juan José Hoyos, the style in the stories and chronicles of Pinzón "were unique. While almost all colleagues of his generation were devoted to coverage of routine sources of capital, he traveled to remote villages in the Tolima, the eastern plains or the Amazon to write about men lost in the jungle, survivors of aircraft or prisoners of penal colonies. "
For Hoyos, read "their stories and reports allows the reader to travel to the people of Tolima converted by violence in camps for fear attend the jailbreak and the shooting death of Victor Hugo Barragán; 'fly' to 230 kph cars on road; witness in tears the confession of a murderer or eating chili sauce with Liberal guerrillas commanded by Juan de la Cruz Varela in the Desert of Sumapaz. "
interviewed Arango Gonzalo Pinzón Stickers and the magazine described him as "a skinny, shy, simple, dark-haired" and admitted that he became "a devout fan of his articles and reports in The Spectator. It was then a journalist warm, imaginative, vibrant, a novelist of the everyday, as an exceptional event occurred, accidents, genocide, crimes mysterious miracles of the Virgin, insurrection, earthquake, collective woes, chronic Pinzon had the quality of the fantastic. "
'COMPLETE NOVEL THAT NO ONE CAN DO "
Just before a month after his death, the writer and filmmaker Leopoldo Pinzón, brother, Germain-style taste to be convinced that" finish that novel is something that no one can to do. "
"One month's death sent me his latest copy and I managed to write what later, it was too little, take it out of your computer. Whatever we say about the future of the novel is inaccurate. I think it would be worth it to be published to the point where it arrived because it was a novel of her childhood " Leopoldo said.
The novel, which could be his memoirs, chronicles the adventures de'Cañengo 'and his trusty dog' Othello '. "'Cañengo' was Herman, and called my mother since childhood, he was very skinny. Othello was his beloved dog, who came to us when we lived in Zipaquirá (Cundinamarca). "
In actual history, the narrated by Leopold from the remnants of his memory 70 years later, the population starts Guasca (in the same department), where the father of the Pinzón practicing medicine. But the crisis of violence forced them to live in Bogota and 'eject' a'Otelo ' in the absence of income and the father's death. "That should end the novel, but let her know that Germanus written to the arrival in Bogota. Are all incidents of this kind was Guasca Middle Ages. "
Leopold, who also worked with his brother in journalism, remember that minutes after the last operation of his brother, "said he had new motivation to finish the novel, which was missing 80 pages and had already written and rewritten 225" .
reveals that the novel is a chapter that I wrote six times that of the Villa Portobelo, where nine siblings lived Pinzón. Olga, the accomplice of germ in his childhood, brought an injured condor in the woods. Both took care to recall, both wanted the animal, which allowed him to ride on your shoulder Germain, in the unfinished fantasy novel, the two wander the country, reflecting on a wonderful journey.
"He had on literature and journalism, a vision that included the ideological and aesthetic, was a search of expression, hence the creation process was difficult because I had to correct their own facility." Pinzón
always sought a way in the literature that is out of the easy, was the form of expressive ways beyond literature trite and conventional. "Contrary to what happens to many writers who fight against the difficulty of writing, Germain had to fight to do it easily. Looking things that were more profound. "
And that makes Leopold further away from the possibility of writing the end of 'Othello and Cañengo', although it was a matter of hours with his brother, "Germain had a way of writing can not be imitated. If anything stands out about him is his originality, uniqueness of style, finish that novel, no one can do. "
No drafts, only 225 pages. "If something does happen is a decision family. One possibility would be to have a bit in what was the rest of the novel. I lived through that period but I was a kid, so the memories are hazy. But whatever you do, always be in his memory. "
'OTHELLO AND CAÑENGO'
With permission of the family, published an excerpt from the novel and the first two sentences of the first chapter.
"Sitting on, parents. Dressed like to go to Unza Square on Sunday, but on their heads and the roof of Portobelo, white and gray here, only the backbone of the Sierra contains the crash black sky. Don Alejo drop the group charged with mole on her knees cool on nails. Leaving the barbaric white beard, his face striped is a cage where they do not know what bugs trot, they lie, lurk. Margarita next to his wife, a handful of dust. Follow mom, her iron mask against a world that tries to match it with these Indians raised. At the center, high, dry, Dad. Stiff to the gap in the edge of which leaves her first child. Tania, back, standing with Chepe, what could say about herself? Am I a leaf in the breath of the Lord? The sun cava poise in front of the den looks. Gula. Resignation. Pride. Asco.En end, each one is as God made him, and even worse many times. And every moment petrified Awareness immortal. Against the wall the camera snaps a day, and the circle of statues in front of the future role distracted resumes shooting game.
PHRASES "I mourn because Othello is not with me when I grow up and can be followed my eternity. Because eternity never ends. And Othello takes a breath. "
" ... but I flew to meet him with my eyes birds. I dropped down toy cows and rivers and plains silver foil fast horses like the wind, and also won the wind. "
GERMÁN PINZÓN AND THE SEARCH FOR THE TRUTH
- Journalist and writer, died without being able to complete his latest literary work, 'Othello and Cañengo'. Colprensa reveals fragments of her unpublished novel.
- "When there was an exceptional event: accidents, genocides, crímenesmisteriosos, miracles of the Virgin, insurrection, earthquake, desgraciascolectivas, the chronicles of Pinzón had the quality of the fantastic" GonzaloArango
- "Germain had a way of writing impossible to imitate. If something destacade him is his originality, uniqueness of style, finish that novel allotment can do ": Leopoldo Pinzón
By Camilo Argüello Benítez
Bogotá, 09-July-2010 (Colprensa) .- The silence in the places where he lived his last days Germain Finch is so great that it seems that God was dead. Or they were just finishing building the world of 'Othello and Cañengo', the novel left unfinished on 12 June when it attacked a cardiac arrest at his home in Bogotá.
His last novel was there, in a computer as if it had been left incomplete on purpose to die without even came into existence. It is hard to believe that this man of 76 years, visibly younger, such Once through the blending of art and be unable to complete what he considered his latest literary effort.
The truth is that since he left journalism, Finch had spent most of the time attending to their physical ailments, most recently a hernia at the end of your spine, and typing 'Othello and Cañengo', taking whatever came, fighting against their prejudices "and a tendency to exaggerate certain features and make speeches."
"He was a very introverted person. He was very generous, but cared little for himself, that was bad for your health, not as it should be cared for, "says Sonia Cardenas, widow Pinzon, who does not lose his smile symmetrical teeth of a comb. Germain
Pinzón
never stopped talking about journalism and always gave advice on how cooking is a chronicle: "In the chronicle made moral and literary authority, to drop chair, is a danger with which we shall be fighting, although feel a duty to make clear that it is a reality, not a novel and existing commitments to reality. " Read
knowing Pinzon is "no need for novel, just real life," as Castro Caycedo Germain said, adding that the writer "was a better writer García Márquez." Smelled, touched and tasted even the smallest detail in his journalistic texts. He was a hunter who had chronic feelings as real paintings, as "little Mona Lisa."
Finch, the man who in the sixties was awarded the Vanguard Nadaísta Novel for "The Earthquake", which won an award for his screenplay "Pisingaña" in the III Festival de Cine de Bogotá in 1986, who in 1998 published "This life and the next" breaking with thirty years of literary silence, and here he published his collection Espasa newspaper "Reporter to death" in 1999, he left high the art of telling stories, those that were read in the magazine O 'Cruzeiro in its international edition in Castilian and Scraps magazine, where he served as Managing Editor. Then his voice won the Radio Nacional de Colombia, which was under his leadership from 1967 to 1969.
His lively and friendly attitude, which immediately hooked one, it fit very well in print friendly at first glance that also showed a good attitude to any new acquaintance, to whom he was friendly and full of curiosity. It seemed that it might be mistaken for anything, but always better not try. For journalist
and writer Juan José Hoyos, the style in the stories and chronicles of Pinzón "were unique. While almost all colleagues of his generation were devoted to coverage of routine sources of capital, he traveled to remote villages in the Tolima, the eastern plains or the Amazon to write about men lost in the jungle, survivors of aircraft or prisoners of penal colonies. "
For Hoyos, read "their stories and reports allows the reader to travel to the people of Tolima converted by violence in camps for fear attend the jailbreak and the shooting death of Victor Hugo Barragán; 'fly' to 230 kph cars on road; witness in tears the confession of a murderer or eating chili sauce with Liberal guerrillas commanded by Juan de la Cruz Varela in the Desert of Sumapaz. "
interviewed Arango Gonzalo Pinzón Stickers and the magazine described him as "a skinny, shy, simple, dark-haired" and admitted that he became "a devout fan of his articles and reports in The Spectator. It was then a journalist warm, imaginative, vibrant, a novelist of the everyday, as an exceptional event occurred, accidents, genocide, crimes mysterious miracles of the Virgin, insurrection, earthquake, collective woes, chronic Pinzon had the quality of the fantastic. "
'COMPLETE NOVEL THAT NO ONE CAN DO "
Just before a month after his death, the writer and filmmaker Leopoldo Pinzón, brother, Germain-style taste to be convinced that" finish that novel is something that no one can to do. "
"One month's death sent me his latest copy and I managed to write what later, it was too little, take it out of your computer. Whatever we say about the future of the novel is inaccurate. I think it would be worth it to be published to the point where it arrived because it was a novel of her childhood " Leopoldo said.
The novel, which could be his memoirs, chronicles the adventures de'Cañengo 'and his trusty dog' Othello '. "'Cañengo' was Herman, and called my mother since childhood, he was very skinny. Othello was his beloved dog, who came to us when we lived in Zipaquirá (Cundinamarca). "
In actual history, the narrated by Leopold from the remnants of his memory 70 years later, the population starts Guasca (in the same department), where the father of the Pinzón practicing medicine. But the crisis of violence forced them to live in Bogota and 'eject' a'Otelo ' in the absence of income and the father's death. "That should end the novel, but let her know that Germanus written to the arrival in Bogota. Are all incidents of this kind was Guasca Middle Ages. "
Leopold, who also worked with his brother in journalism, remember that minutes after the last operation of his brother, "said he had new motivation to finish the novel, which was missing 80 pages and had already written and rewritten 225" .
reveals that the novel is a chapter that I wrote six times that of the Villa Portobelo, where nine siblings lived Pinzón. Olga, the accomplice of germ in his childhood, brought an injured condor in the woods. Both took care to recall, both wanted the animal, which allowed him to ride on your shoulder Germain, in the unfinished fantasy novel, the two wander the country, reflecting on a wonderful journey.
"He had on literature and journalism, a vision that included the ideological and aesthetic, was a search of expression, hence the creation process was difficult because I had to correct their own facility." Pinzón
always sought a way in the literature that is out of the easy, was the form of expressive ways beyond literature trite and conventional. "Contrary to what happens to many writers who fight against the difficulty of writing, Germain had to fight to do it easily. Looking things that were more profound. "
And that makes Leopold further away from the possibility of writing the end of 'Othello and Cañengo', although it was a matter of hours with his brother, "Germain had a way of writing can not be imitated. If anything stands out about him is his originality, uniqueness of style, finish that novel, no one can do. "
No drafts, only 225 pages. "If something does happen is a decision family. One possibility would be to have a bit in what was the rest of the novel. I lived through that period but I was a kid, so the memories are hazy. But whatever you do, always be in his memory. "
'OTHELLO AND CAÑENGO'
With permission of the family, published an excerpt from the novel and the first two sentences of the first chapter.
"Sitting on, parents. Dressed like to go to Unza Square on Sunday, but on their heads and the roof of Portobelo, white and gray here, only the backbone of the Sierra contains the crash black sky. Don Alejo drop the group charged with mole on her knees cool on nails. Leaving the barbaric white beard, his face striped is a cage where they do not know what bugs trot, they lie, lurk. Margarita next to his wife, a handful of dust. Follow mom, her iron mask against a world that tries to match it with these Indians raised. At the center, high, dry, Dad. Stiff to the gap in the edge of which leaves her first child. Tania, back, standing with Chepe, what could say about herself? Am I a leaf in the breath of the Lord? The sun cava poise in front of the den looks. Gula. Resignation. Pride. Asco.En end, each one is as God made him, and even worse many times. And every moment petrified Awareness immortal. Against the wall the camera snaps a day, and the circle of statues in front of the future role distracted resumes shooting game.
PHRASES "I mourn because Othello is not with me when I grow up and can be followed my eternity. Because eternity never ends. And Othello takes a breath. "
" ... but I flew to meet him with my eyes birds. I dropped down toy cows and rivers and plains silver foil fast horses like the wind, and also won the wind. "
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