Mis Anteojos

lunes, julio 15, 2002

Whose afraid of Virginia Woolf No la conocía mucho hasta el año pasado... pero ahora que estoy leyéndola más me quema la cabeza cómo un mujer que nació 101 años antes que yo me puede hace sentir - a veces - que está escribiendo desde adentro de mi cabeza. Es increíble la complicidad que puede lograr, como narradora, con el lector.
Woolf es erudita al tiempo que se ríe de lo erudito, aunque lo haga con amor. Por que lo erudito es LO erudito: es masculino... y ella no sóplo es mujer en una época en que nadie creía que una mujer pudiera escribir en serio y blablabla, ella es una escritora marginal que está marginada por la misma cultura que ella conoce y (estoy casi segura) ama.

Lo que sigue es de To the lighthouse (que espero poder terminar antes que se acaben las vacaciones). El protagonista, un académico viejo, se cuelga pensando mientras mira las macetas con geranios:

" If Shakespeare had never existed , he asked, would the world have differed much from what it is to-day? Does the progress of civilization depend upon great men? Is the lot of the average human being better now than in the time of the Pharaons? Is the lot of the average human being, however, he asked himself, the criterion by which we judgethe measure of civilization? Possibly not. Possibly the greatest good requires the existance of a slve class. The liftman in the tube is an eternal necessity. The thought was dustasteful to him. He tossed his head. To avoid it, he would find some way of snubbing the predominance of the arts. He would argue that the world exists for the average human being; that the arts are merely a decoration imposed on the top of human life; they do not express it. Nor is Shakespeare necessary to it. Not knowing precisely why it was that he wanted to disparage Shakespeare and come to the rescue of the man who stands eternally at the door of the lift, he picked a leaf sharply from the hedge."
   Natasha / 12:59 / comentarios

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