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AL OTRO LADO DEL ESPEJO - José María Álvarez

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<strong>AL</strong> <strong>OTRO</strong> <strong>LADO</strong> <strong>DEL</strong> <strong>ESPEJO</strong>. JOSÉ MARÍA ÁLVAREZ<br />

No creo que sea más difícil. Además eso no tiene sentido.<br />

Yo uno de los cuentos más inteligentes, un cuento perfecto, que<br />

yo haya leído nunca es JACOB Y EL <strong>OTRO</strong>.<br />

Pero Onetti no acaba de ser un autor de éxito. Y ya son<br />

muchos años.<br />

No creo que eso a Onetti le importe mucho. Está más allá,<br />

con su aire de tangista arrasado. El ha escrito como tenía que<br />

hacerlo.<br />

JOSE MARIA <strong>AL</strong>VAREZ AND<br />

THE AMERICAN AUDIENCE<br />

The American reader finds much to admire in the work of <strong>José</strong><br />

<strong>María</strong> Alvarez, whose poems inevitably call up associations<br />

with two of the greatest forces behind all modern poetry-<br />

Baudelaire and T. S. Eliot. Mr. Alvarez is an obvious admirer<br />

of these earlier writers, is well as of many others, too numerous<br />

to discuss here. The epigraphs and dedications which are integral<br />

to many poems attest to the wide-ranging knowledge and<br />

allencompassing cultural interests of this poet who, by his own<br />

account, «has devoted his life to literature». Yet his is a poetry<br />

which succeeds by its individualism as well. Alvarez brings his<br />

own vision of the world to his writing-a vision that is made<br />

up, in part, of a child-like innocence which has been perverted,<br />

a disillusionment which, as is usually true of the disappointed<br />

idealist, becomes all the more devastating.<br />

What good is my life?<br />

Each time I put up my house<br />

I destroyed it. Any country<br />

I arrive at I love<br />

only at first sight.<br />

I could never say welcome<br />

to the same woman twice.<br />

It is a poetry of despair, of disenchantment, of little hope. And<br />

yet because, like much twentieth century American poetry, it<br />

is rooted absolutely in the senses, and because whatever

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