magician's papers is the first novel I wrote Miguel Sánchez-Ostiz, some 30 years ago. Among the issues addressed by the novel is that of nostalgia for a past that was no better. The few fans who have this blog will know that is a topic that is near and dear to me. Among the characters in the character's past of the book is the uncle Estanislao, who lives in near-seclusion at the family house, a fate that invariably repeated generation after generation for several reasons.
Estanislao The few times down to the village and try to resume some of his old friends, they pretend they do not remember him, ignore him, give him long, or just make fun of him. Traveler, dreamer, entrepreneur thousand legal and illegal businesses, soldier of fortune, crazy entrepreneurial projects, able to drop everything to pursue a passing dream that does not lead anywhere, has failed in all their endeavors. The people he despises because he, in turn, has spurned normal life of the people, the factory, the countryside, a humble couple, more a matter of survival and support love, Stanislaus is an eccentric, in its most literal sense.
reflection to which I have taken this passage is that I grew up in a family that had been on the side of the people, no exaggeration to call myself a conservative, allergic to risk, more fuel-efficient than liberal in the use of money , no friend of quirky companies, looking in awe at those characters who leave everything and go live as is, with nothing on the other side of the world. Admirable, but I think I would not be able, I hold many things, and if not there, I invent others.
I think something I've progressed on my previous generation, my parents. They would show distrust or perhaps directly contempt does something crazy, something reasonable, but that room in search of his own life. In the world we grew them the stability was the most precious, the impossible, and probably do not understand that someone may leave their studies or a job to be done artist, studying film, going to live in Australia, teaching English in China, I do not know. I do not know what face I will put some of mine if I get any of those, because even now I feel admiration for those who have pursued vigorously a distant dream for me is, poorly tolerate the fickleness and frailty.
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