“A book is a slow, unavoidable catastrophe,” we read in a late entry to On Elegance While Sleeping, Viscount Lascano Tegui’s fictional diary. The book is. Emilio Lascano Tegui is the author of On Elegance While Sleeping ( avg rating, ratings, 30 reviews, published ). Lascano Tegui de is the author of Muchacho de San Telmo. ( avg rating, 1 rating, 0 reviews, published ) and El Libro Celeste ( avg rating.
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Emilio Lascano Tegui (Author of On Elegance While Sleeping)
The novel takes the structure of what might be termed a “false” autobiography of the dictator, His vision of a fragile, imperfect race of perverts and criminals is less an affectionate embrace for flawed humanity, or an affirmation of solidarity in folly, than it is an accusing finger, an indictment of our rush to condemn others without examining our own failings.
A wonderful and wonderfully bizarre little work.
Even knowing that this, too, will have been in vain. This makes life itself an artistic project of sorts.
Beauty is lost, irrevocably. Emilio Lascano Tegui was by all accounts a legendary, if also obscure, figure in the Argentine literary pantheon.
On Elegance While Sleeping by Viscount Lascano Tegui
After all, there are not that many Argentinian modernists whose names trip readily off the tongue for anyone in Europe besides perhaps Clive James, and Viscount Tegui was fairly obscure even in Argentina.
Loading comments… Trouble loading? So this is a work of decadence, very much possessed by death and sex and, importantly, steeped in a deep, dark humour. And although the narrator is a misfit whose maladaptation to the world climaxes in an act of vicious cruelty, he nevertheless wonders—plaintively? N o, I hadn’t heard of him either. Similarly the illustrative quotes chosen here are merely those the complete lascno subjectively believes represent the tenor and judgment of the review as a whole.
The story is set in the nineteenth century — the entries are made teguii the course of five years, each specifying day and month but the years recorded only as “”. And though it ambles back and forth between sexual anecdote and aesthetic, or existential, rumination, it hardly feels tebui.
Though he departs, as he often does, from among the shadowy figures of his childhood, the narrator is also ruminating here upon his own isolation from the world, a world that he can see but not touch or connect with. It was around that point — about 40 pages in — that I realised I was reading something approaching a work of genius; something no one else could have written.
This holds true all the way up until the grand finale of the diary, the shock of which shatters all that glass that has separated the writer from the world.
Emilio Lascano Tegui
The narrator lives in a fog of lust, and tells us of the tevui he spent during national tegii in Tunisia; a father pimps tgui daughters for a franc at a time, and by the end of six months our narrator has spent francs lawcano if, of course, we are to believe him.
His near-sightedness imposed a necessary punctiliousness to his movements and even intentions. It’s an effective — and effectively unsettling — approach, and just right for this narrator who maintains an equanimity of tone even when describing great horror, and yet who ultimately loses that composure in his desire to: Order by newest oldest recommendations.
It is hardly necessary that we remind our American readers that for the free world’s great, lon The mere fact that he was a self-anointed viscount is testament to his eccentricities, but of course his literary production, too, was markedly odd, and even inspiring, against the backdrop of mainstream Buenos Aires modernism.
Syphilis is a civilized disease, and I intend to declare my allegiance to its aesthetic.
We acknowledge and remind and warn you that they may, in fact, be entirely unrepresentative of the actual reviews by any other measure. After all, our narrator has syphilis “Syphilis is a civilised disease, and I intend to declare my allegiance to its aesthetic. There are tdgui resonances, which suggest a strong aesthetic integrity, and it is not a portrait of teggui one-dimensional man.
And he spends much of the latter part of his musings planning to write a book, hoping that art will be a way out of his own illness and unhappiness.
By setting the diary several decades in the past—though the specific dates remain uncertain, the events seem to take place at some point in the latter half of the 19th century—Lascano Tegui uses his portrait of progressive mental and moral degeneration to suggest the much further advanced infirmity of the modern world.
On Lessons Learned and Not Learn Winter always enticed me to the windows of my room, to watch the sad lives of the townspeople blanketed in snow, and so, in the months beforehand, I always made certain to prepare my observatory: Topics Books Nicholas Lezard’s choice. De la elegancia mientras se duerme – US. He is a bookish sort, from his childhood attempts to “undermine my appearance” by adopting the wardrobes of the characters in whatever novels he was reading to his own writerly ambitions he’s thinking about writing: Help WWB bring you the best new writing from around the world.
For although the book ends in murder, we can doubt whether it happened, as in American Psycho. They don’t trust in the asphyxiating monotony of everyday life. Poets in greenhouses, the narrator in a winter observatory—such is the work of writing, especially at the end lasvano the nineteenth century and the beginning of the twentieth.