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Cielo sucio / Edgardo Cozarinsky.
Tres personajes se dan cita en un Buenos Aires perturbador. El verano y la humedad azuzan la violencia en la ciudad, una tormenta que amenaza pero que nunca acaba de desatarse. Alejandro, un escritor ya en la madurez y desencantado, estampa su automóvil contra un preso. Y este acto violento, aunque de alguna extraña manera natural, pone en marcha un mecanismo secreto que lo conecta con Ángel, practicante de un culto ancestral. Ángel viene del norte para ocupar un cargo en la policía metropolitana, y descubre que no se trataba del puesto que había imaginado, pero se siente poseedor de cierta sabiduría heredada de su abuela, unas creencias que le permiten oír el lamento de los muertos. Y este círculo lo concluye la llegada de Mariana, hija de Alejandro, que se verá involucrada en una de las cacerías de su padre. Cozarinsky nos lleva de la mano por una ciudad que se aproxima al apocalipsis, un mundo entre real y fantástico, que toma el pulso con brillantez a la deriva de la sociedad occidental de los últimos años.
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Published January 1, 2022
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About the author
Edgardo Cozarinsky
49 books40 followersHis family name goes back to his great grandparents, Jewish immigrants from Kiev and Odessa at the end of the 19th century, his first name tells of his mother's infatuation with Edgar Allan Poe.
After an adolescence mostly spent in neighbourhood cinemas showing double bills of old Hollywood films and reading an inordinate amount of fiction in Spanish, English and French (favourite authors - Stevenson, Conrad, some Henry James), he studied literature at Buenos Aires university, wrote for local and Spanish cinephile magazines and published an early essay on James which developed out of graduation work - El laberinto de la apariencia (The Labyrinth of Appearance, 1964), a book he later suppressed. He was barely twenty when he became acquainted with Borges, Bioy Casares and Silvina Ocampo, all writers of prestige whom he saw frequently during his years in Buenos Aires. In 1973 he won a literary prize with an essay on gossip as narrative device in James and Proust. In 1974 he published Borges y el cine, a book enlarged in every reprint (Spain, 1978 and 2002, and translations) which he also does not want reprinted now.
After a first nine-month stay in Europe and a visit to New York between September 1966 and June 1967, he returned to Buenos Aires with the desire and the decision to leave behind his life as a literary idler. After dabbling in journalism, in the culture section of the weeklies Primera Plana and Panorama, he made a first film, an underground feature shot on weekends throughout a year, knowing that it could not pass the local censorship of the period. It was nevertheless screened at festivals throughout Europe and the United States. Its title was already a challenge - ... (Puntos suspensivos - Dot Dot Dot).
In 1974, in the turmoil of political agitation and imminent repression, he left Buenos Aires for Paris. There he embarked into filmmaking that falls roughly into two categories - fiction films and "essays", mixing documentary material with a personal, even private reflexion on the issues raised by the material. The most distinguished of these is La Guerre d'un seul homme (One Man's War, 1981), a confrontation between Ernst Jünger wartime diaries and the French newsreels of the occupation period. At a time when the arts' departments of several European television networks were willing to support such ventures, Cozarinsky was able to develop this approach in a series of very original works.
During the rest of the seventies and the eighties his literary career was mostly dormant. But his only published work of the period became an instant cult book - Vudú urbano (Urban voodoo, 1985), a mixture of fiction and essay not unlike his film work, with prologues by Susan Sontag and the Cuyban writer Guillermo Cabrera Infante.
In the same year, after the end of the military regime in Argentina, he visited briefly to Buenos Aires. Three years later, he made a film in Argentina, in the far South, a "Southern" - Guerreros y cautivas (Warriors and Captive Women). From that date on he started visiting his native country more and more often, occasionally shooting there material for his European "essays". His most adventurous later films were Rothschild's Violin and Ghosts of Tangier, both made between 1995 and 1996.
In 1999, he spent a month in a Paris hospital for a backbone infection, a period during which a cancer was diagnosed. In his own words, he felt the ringing of a bell telling to stop wasting his time - "I always wanted to be a writer, and had not dared publish, even finish what I started..." It was in hospital that he wrote the first two stories in his prize-winning book La novia de Odessa (The Bride from Odessa). From that date on, his film work became sparse and he started publishing "all the books I had not put on paper", fiction mostly but also essays and chronicles. He became immediately established as a writer to reckon with in the Spanish language, and was translated into English, French, German and several o
After an adolescence mostly spent in neighbourhood cinemas showing double bills of old Hollywood films and reading an inordinate amount of fiction in Spanish, English and French (favourite authors - Stevenson, Conrad, some Henry James), he studied literature at Buenos Aires university, wrote for local and Spanish cinephile magazines and published an early essay on James which developed out of graduation work - El laberinto de la apariencia (The Labyrinth of Appearance, 1964), a book he later suppressed. He was barely twenty when he became acquainted with Borges, Bioy Casares and Silvina Ocampo, all writers of prestige whom he saw frequently during his years in Buenos Aires. In 1973 he won a literary prize with an essay on gossip as narrative device in James and Proust. In 1974 he published Borges y el cine, a book enlarged in every reprint (Spain, 1978 and 2002, and translations) which he also does not want reprinted now.
After a first nine-month stay in Europe and a visit to New York between September 1966 and June 1967, he returned to Buenos Aires with the desire and the decision to leave behind his life as a literary idler. After dabbling in journalism, in the culture section of the weeklies Primera Plana and Panorama, he made a first film, an underground feature shot on weekends throughout a year, knowing that it could not pass the local censorship of the period. It was nevertheless screened at festivals throughout Europe and the United States. Its title was already a challenge - ... (Puntos suspensivos - Dot Dot Dot).
In 1974, in the turmoil of political agitation and imminent repression, he left Buenos Aires for Paris. There he embarked into filmmaking that falls roughly into two categories - fiction films and "essays", mixing documentary material with a personal, even private reflexion on the issues raised by the material. The most distinguished of these is La Guerre d'un seul homme (One Man's War, 1981), a confrontation between Ernst Jünger wartime diaries and the French newsreels of the occupation period. At a time when the arts' departments of several European television networks were willing to support such ventures, Cozarinsky was able to develop this approach in a series of very original works.
During the rest of the seventies and the eighties his literary career was mostly dormant. But his only published work of the period became an instant cult book - Vudú urbano (Urban voodoo, 1985), a mixture of fiction and essay not unlike his film work, with prologues by Susan Sontag and the Cuyban writer Guillermo Cabrera Infante.
In the same year, after the end of the military regime in Argentina, he visited briefly to Buenos Aires. Three years later, he made a film in Argentina, in the far South, a "Southern" - Guerreros y cautivas (Warriors and Captive Women). From that date on he started visiting his native country more and more often, occasionally shooting there material for his European "essays". His most adventurous later films were Rothschild's Violin and Ghosts of Tangier, both made between 1995 and 1996.
In 1999, he spent a month in a Paris hospital for a backbone infection, a period during which a cancer was diagnosed. In his own words, he felt the ringing of a bell telling to stop wasting his time - "I always wanted to be a writer, and had not dared publish, even finish what I started..." It was in hospital that he wrote the first two stories in his prize-winning book La novia de Odessa (The Bride from Odessa). From that date on, his film work became sparse and he started publishing "all the books I had not put on paper", fiction mostly but also essays and chronicles. He became immediately established as a writer to reckon with in the Spanish language, and was translated into English, French, German and several o
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June 26, 2023
Entre 1 y 2 sería más justo, pero es que ni sé muy bien qué nos ha querido contar el autor. Todo pasa como a pinceladas, a golpes de remo pero no le veo el rumbo.
March 7, 2023
Sinceramente, no me he enterado de casi nada. Sé que gira en torno a lo q ocurrió en la Noche del apagón en Argentina, una venganza, un quedarse a gusto… y muchas frases q no sé a donde van. Bien escrita, eso sí, pero es como si hubiera una niebla entre la lectura y yo y no he conseguido saber bien lo q cuenta. No sé para q la hija, no sé para qué casi nada…
March 8, 2024
A ver. Leí la sinopsis y me cautivo. Las primeras páginas fui metiéndome en la trama, pero no sentí una conexión nunca con la historia. No era lo que esparaba a partir de lo que había leído. La historia más interesante es la de Ángel, pero de Mariana (¿?), que no se terminan de exprimir totalmemte y conectarse con las demás. Lo único es que está bien escrita y ofrece datos históricos interesantes, pero por fuera de eso, no me gustó. Intentaré con otra de este autor, veremos.
January 4, 2024
Es un libro que abusa de la elipsis, con o sin intención el autor cuenta más en su sinopsis que en su libro mismo.
March 30, 2023
Por qué, Dios mío, por qué escribió este señor esta novela, por qué la publicó Tusquets, y por qué la escogieron en mi club de lectura. Son todo incognitas para mí. Y la primera de todas, la trama y el argumento de esta simpática narración. Después de leer las 40 primeras páginas dos veces, y de haber llegado al final, no tengo la menor idea, no sé de qué va esta novela. Hacedme caso, leed otra cosa. Por lo demás, no contiene faltas de ortografía ni de sintaxis. Solo por eso le pongo dos estrellas en lugar de una, que ya no puede darse nada por sentado.
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September 29, 2025Hacía mucho que no leía un libro tan malo y con tan poco sentido.....
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