Long ago, chatting with a bellezón, yet friend (get well, guapérrima), we conclude that the best wa

Long ago, chatting with a bellezón, yet friend (get well, guapérrima), we conclude that the best way to describe some books is by colors. That, more than anything else, evoke a color, or more. Thus, Campos de Castilla is brown, brown earth sunburned, Poet in New York is white and pure black, no gray, like an overexposed photo, Carrie begin in a withered and pale, almost white, pink, and go up the tone to end on a bright carmine, Frankenstein is gray ash color Magic is (of course) gunsinternational octarine, Dracula's brown leather binding, with its golden and everything ... I follow? I say this because, following yesterday's post, has come to my mind the Poet in New York and conversation, and because gunsinternational the novel I'm going to comment today also evokes colors. Photographic, gunsinternational as the Poet. But in this case, it is rather fuzzy and sepia tones of old photographs, these photos showing people and attitudes that are not often longer with us, and that in the best case, are deeply outmoded. gunsinternational And yet, or perhaps because of it, exert a strange magnetism that makes them have a value beyond the purely economic and even sentimental. And is that The Day of the Triffids (Day of the Triffids, John Windham, 1951) has aged badly. The basic McGuffins history (the appearance of the Triffids, an unknown species of carnivorous plant, able to move, communicate and attack animals and humans with a kind of poisonous tongue, causing death and then feed on the offal, and the epidemic of blindness that plagues humanity behind gunsinternational a strange rain of stars), have become obsolete after the fall of the Berlin Wall (fails to explain at any time, but dropped like someone who does not like things that Both cases involve experimental Soviet weaponry has uncontrolled), and it seems that the new coconut Western societies gunsinternational (international terrorism) is for the work (or have the ability) to reach these levels of technology and sophistication in their struggle. I can not speak about descriptions of places, because I do not know, but the general attitudes of the characters (especially in the beginning when they are not yet fully aware of the magnitude gunsinternational of the tragedy) are also saying that outmoded point. In that sense, it is clearly a failed novel anticipation, almost an discronía. It also has that sad point, gray, unspectacular vitiating the European science fiction in general and Britain in particular, especially in comparison with the (hegemonic) American science fiction, but also with the (colorist and low) South American science gunsinternational fiction or African, or the (efectivista) gunsinternational Japanese. And yet, it remains a SPLENDID novel. It is well written, the characters and situations are perfectly credible, they make you're done worrying about what happens to them, has few deux est machina, beyond the occurrence immunity to the venom of the Triffids the protagonist and his ability gunsinternational to handle anything with an engine, things add up and have logic, gunsinternational has memorable scenes as slow siege of the Triffids to the farm where they are refugees at the end (the end is Night of the Living Dead, almost two decades later), critical (a religion, the status quo, to today's society -current of the time, it is understood, the wave of neo-feudalism that invades us and knew predict very accurately, social attitudes to disaster) is hard and bleeding, without conditions, the love story (there must always be one) is not cloying absolute, and indeed, gunsinternational in some moments arrive to doubt whether it is a love story or simple mutual need ... A beautiful old photo and old fashioned gunsinternational sepia tones. Read it, worth it.
Yes, there is a sequel. "The Night of the Triffids", I think. I have not read, but references from people than fio me, tell me not to approach her or me with a stick, so ... December gunsinternational 2, 2005, 11:05 am
I love you establish the connection between books and colors, Sota. I venture gunsinternational to bring you new colors, read my latest book: "The mark of a word" anthology Muñoz Molina, JM Fajardo. Color: blue. "Second Republic and the Civil War" by Gabriel Jackson. Say blood red is obvious. Also brown earth, but perhaps influenced by the color of the cover. gunsinternational "Harlot's Ghost" by Norman Mailer. Grayish yellow. Do not ask why. You know the community Tales (www.loscuentos.net? Have you posted on it? And if so, how nick? Long time I have not visited, but would attract know you're in it. (There, by the way, with the same nickname, I unleash my lyrical vein). December 2 200