Selected Cronicas (Paperback)
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This is book number 834 in the New Directions Paperbook series.
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"Clarice Lispector was a born writer....she writes with sensuous verve, bringing her earliest passions into adult life intact, along with a child's undiminished capacity for wonder."â€”The New York Times Book Review
"In 1967, Brazil's leading newspaper asked the avant-garde writer Lispector to write a weekly column on any topic she wished. For almost seven years, Lispector showed Brazilian readers just how vast and passionate her interests were. This beautifully translated collection of selected columns, or crĂ´nicas, is just as immediately stimulating today and ably reinforces her reputation as one of Brazil's greatest writers. Indeed, these columns should establish her as being among the era's most brilliant essayists. She is masterful, even reminiscent of Montaigne, in her ability to spin the mundane events of life into moments of clarity that reveal greater truths."â€”Publishers Weekly
About the Author
Clarice LispectorÂ (1920â€“1977), the greatest Brazilian writer of the twentieth century, has been called â€śastoundingâ€ť (Rachel Kushner), â€śa penetrating geniusâ€ť (Donna Seaman, Booklist), and â€śone of the twentieth centuryâ€™s most mysterious writersâ€ť (Orhan Pamuk).
Giovanni Pontiero (1932â€“1996) was the ablest translator of twentieth century literature in Portuguese and one of its most ardent advocates. He was the principal translator into English of the works of JosĂ© Saramago and was awarded the Teixeira-Gomes Prize for his translation of The Gospel According to Jesus Christ.
If she played with the superficial truth, it was in service, she believed, of exposing one deeper, of passing readers a brief-lit lantern for the moonless dark of ourselves, even if that light revealed, sometimes, more contradiction, more chaos, more flittering soul-storm. Her crĂ´nicas blurred lines between genreâ€”some are like little Zen koans, some lyrical reminiscences, while others, like â€śReturn to Nature,â€ť are harder to categorize, reading like parables or flash fiction. At times, they also muddied demarcations between nonfiction and fiction, resurrecting the oldest question of form: Where does nonfiction truly end and fiction begin, and what do we do with texts where we do not know the answer?
— The Paris Review