The literature has, among its many charms, the power to transform reality into a mythical space, filled with psychological overtones. Remember a few examples, a classic both for the most: the windmills of La Mancha us back to Cervantes, Dublin, Joyce, New York, Auster, the landscape of Jalisco, Rulfo, the Colombian Caribbean, García Márquez, the Argentine countryside, the gaucho. In France, Illiers (the Combray of Proust, where the author as a child, wetting the "cupcake" in the area that gave her aunt) became a site of pilgrimage tourism (the virtue of dividends generated great literature that many authors would have wanted, at some point to sustain).
Piglia Ricardo's work, whose importance in the landscape of contemporary fiction, in Argentina and beyond, is unquestioned, sends us very often to a particular scenario, associated with the biography Description: The province of Buenos Aires. The mention of the countryside and the cities of Buenos Aires is permanent in his fiction. It is clear, however, we should not seek a faithful correspondence to speculate, with space between fiction and real referents, since it is always a mythic reworking. The same Piglia is responsible to explain this substantial difference between reality and text, in an interview included in his work Criticism and Fiction (Barcelona, \u200b\u200bAnagram, 2006). When asked "Do I need to know to meet Piglia Argentina?" Responds:
not necessary, I think. The literature is built on the ruins of reality. Cities in the literature there but they are destroyed. All are as Ithaca of Odysseus, real places that have been lost (...). Everything is clearer in the literature, it appears larger and more mysterious. (P. 126)
In stories and novels by this author, as noted, are mentioned (and acquire, at times, spatial role) many real locations in the province of Buenos Aires. In the atmosphere and the ultimate meaning of the shares, collecting a certain kinship with Onetti and, ultimately, to Faulkner, that great source of both narrators River Plate.
Among the cities named repeatedly by Piglia in their stories, Bolivar looms large. Here are some examples that do not exhaust the repertoire but they demonstrate that recurrence. In the novel Artificial respiration (Barcelona, \u200b\u200bAnagram, 2001), we find the following information:
... and pulled out the revolver he had been given to fire a salute in honor of the presence the British ambassador who had traveled to Bolivar expressly invited by the old man, who owned most of the game, and put him a shot. (P. 21)
"In 1902 he bought a half-game of Bolivar at twenty dollars an acre in a judicial auction rigged by the sheaf of Ataliva Rock. "(p. 22)
The above quotations refer us to the issue of warlordism and landlordism, two constants of Argentina's history that focuses Piglia. As he himself said of his admired Arlt, we could say that his novels are in large measure, "the microscopic and delirious double the national state." ( Criticism and Fiction , p. 107).
Continuing with the theme focused textual examples, read the book stories Invasion (Barcelona, \u200b\u200bAnagram, 2006):
locals have friends, go with them to my people, Bolivar, some weekend and present them to Nilda .... ("A light went", p. 104)
Like when you said "I am from Bolivar and Buenos Aires came to me because I want to do something and there Bolívar no chance and if you have the facts straight is not cheap, so I came. Also, if you're in Buenos Aires there way of doing anything in this country. "I told you so slowly, to see if you understood. And the only thing I could think to say was: "So we're inside." And I'm inside, I was born in Bolivar, Buenos Aires province, 330 km. "( Ibid., P. 106)
Bolivar Explain that I can not go (...) and then I have to walk (...) through the streets narrow, like those of Bolivar .... ( Ibid. , p. 109)
.... I never want to Bolivar .... ( Ibid. , p. 111)
Using a sociological approach, is seen in the story above, the "contrast between the imaginary provincial, for which megacities are still horizons of modernity and progress "and the other side of those spaces marked by overpopulation, pollution and violence." (Néstor García Canclini, Globalization imagined, BA, Polity Press, 2001, p. 176)
In The Absent City (Barcelona, \u200b\u200bAnagram, 2008)-work that combines admirably metafiction, the fantastic tale and political allegory, in the midst of strange and amazing atmosphere that unfolds, Bolivar has an important place. Macedonio Fernandez, a key character in the novel, says:
Despair made him give up everything, even her little ones, and came to the field. Wandered with the hobos in the cargo that went south. Lived for a time in the room of the Lane, on May 25, and finally down to Bolivar and came with a rental car to the house. The machine is finished assembling in this place .... (P. 116)
The machine that this fragment is referred to the center of the novel and was inspired by a Macedonian idea: to immortalize his beloved in an artifact speaker.
too White Night (Barcelona, \u200b\u200bAnagram, 2010) overlooking Bolivar, mention somewhat ironic. Speaking of formidable sense of intuition that has the Commissioner Croce, who conducts research in this real "thriller", the narrator provides the following anecdote:
discovered ... Again because he saw a horse thief take the train at dawn to go to Bolivar. And if you Bolívar is because he wants to sell the property stolen, he said. Said and done. (P. 27)
Clearly, then, that Bolívar is an unavoidable reference in much of the production Piglia. We could, perhaps, considering the general context of the environments in which stories are located, as a sort of allegorical place, with positive components "provincial spirit, tradition and natural beauty, but not free of the evils arising the unfair distribution of wealth.
And there, finally, a psychological fact perhaps decisive in this choice, which the author himself says in an interview (and, if we can customize, share this humble analyst away from his beloved hometown, and circumstances "of life" for over thirty years):
My experience in terms of childhood, spent summers in Bolivar, where there was a sister of my father. It was a wonderful experience, and I obviously have been situations that then, in trying to rebuild, I realized that they were very firm and very fresh .... ( http://www.lanacion.com.ar/1311877-policial-a-lo-piglia )
San Pedro Sula, Honduras, 22 February 2011
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