Status Updates From Páradais

Esta muy fuerte y deprimente esta cosa. Lo he estado leyendo todas las mañanas, y pues aqui ando, a las 9:08am en el periodo libre de la escuela, perturbandome. Muy bueno!

«Superar-se a si mesmo», conversa do €@r#lh&, o que é que aquilo queria dizer, porra? Fazer corridas contra si mesmo, contra um gémeo idêntico que não vacilaria em pôr-lhe a pata à frente para o fazer tropeçar e rebolar no pó?

is it latin american lit without even a hint of incest?? guess not

this man does basically nothing but drink smoke and talk shit. the insults in spanish are top tier though, as is expected.

Me da un poco vibes de parasites

Me encanta como escribe esta mujer, es super adictivo

K den

es libro de entretenimiento chicas solo lo leo en clases…but esta muy bien es muy basto y raro cosa que ya sabeis…Amo

jesus christ this first chapter is a LOT

muy guarro

don’t get me wrong this is a really well written book but the formatting makes my eyes and brain hurt

it’s good so far but i am having a terrible time physically reading it because each page is a wall of text, hardly broken into paragraphs

Terminado y sin reseña aún, pero la escritura de Melchor es formidable.

Ew

Reading Melchor is like reading a neighbor rambling for about the duration of the book

“He felt an overwhelming urge to plunge into that pool before the horrified eyes of the maid and those unbearable snot-nosed kids; an urge to escape the heat; to dive, like the boy, to the bottom of that crystal-clear water, right down until his stomach grazed the elegant blue mosaic floor, not the muddy, mulchy riverbed of the Jamapa, the only ‘pool’ Polo had ever known.”

"He dreamed about the haunted mansion and the fig tree that grew on the banks of the river; he dreamed its flowing roots spread out like tentacles to reveal a mansion just like the actual one, just as mouldy and dilapidated only much smaller, like a doll’s house where the Bloody Countess’s bleeding, still-beating heart lay trapped."

"That’s why Polo played along, that’s why he nodded away to everything that fatty said, as insane, as preposterous as it was; how the fuck was he supposed to know what the crazy prick would be capable of doing in order to bone that bitch. Who could have known he really meant what he said?"

"(...) when in reality Polo’s sole opinion of fatboy was that he was a pain in the ass, a spoiled little rich kid who was only good for one thing: beating his meat all fucking day thinking about his neighbour’s ass, and she wasn’t even half as hot as the kid made out, although Polo never told him so."

chi i’m doing everything not to read toni morrison

very long sentences, you don‘t get a chance to catch a long enough breath or take your eyes off the page. it‘s fun

at first it‘s giving instagram comment section and then it morphs into morbid fanfiction writing that you either shamefully set hashtags for in the search OR you involuntarily come across

Ottessa Moshfegh’a career found d**ad in a ditch

Vertigo förlag har gett ut en bok på Tranan förlag - hurra!

La pluma de Fernanda Melchor es sencillamente magistral

HUHHH

shit gettin juicy

huh

“Se dice Páradais, no Paradise: a ver, repítelo: Páradais. Y el nuevo empleado tuvo ganas de responderle: Páradais la puta que te parió, pinche guango máricón (…)”


“y sin quererlo, sin poder evitarlo tampoco, caía en el mismo pinche error que siempre cometía cuando se sentía dichoso, el mismo: desear que aquel momento de solitaria paz no se acabara nunca.”

“Se dice Páradais, no Paradise: a ver, repítelo: Páradais. Y el nuevo empleado tuvo ganas de responderle: Páradais la puta que te parió, pinche guango máricón (…)”







“y sin quererlo, sin poder evitarlo tampoco, caía en el mismo pinche error que siempre cometía cuando se sentía dichoso, el mismo: desear que aquel momento de solitaria paz no se acabara nunca.”