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125 pages, Paperback
First published June 30, 2006
one of the main characteristics of my personality is lying all the time. i think that this, somehow, makes me amusing to others. i know that the stories that the puppets interpret always have a lie at their center. maybe that's why i have assimilated aspects of my performance into my daily life.in ways i am unable to more fully articulate, reading mario bellatin reminds me of (the far more arduous process of) reading robbe-grillet: there is much to admire in the stylistic uniquities, confident voice, and uncommon fictional forms — yet, there's a certain readerly enjoyment (in the broadest sense) missing from the experience [n.b. although i will happily, even eagerly, go on seeking further works from bellatin, robbe-grillet will, to me, remain perpetually unpalatable]. the large glass (el gran vidrio) (aptly titled, see also marcel duchamp) collects three short autobiographies ("my skin, luminous," "the sheikha's true illness," and "a character in modern appearance"), offering a convoluted (and curated) glimpse into a trio of formative moments (at least in memory) for the mexican/peruvian writer. experience (and memory thereof) loom large in these brief pieces, but they reveal nary more about the author himself than what he chooses to share — however enigmatically.
what is there of truth and what is there of lie in each of the three representations, in each of the three autobiographical moments... that i have presented here? knowing is entirely irrelevant.