Comes with "Gun and Knife " under his arm, the novel that will further immortalize the spirit of shrimp and in his own words, the best of all has been written. For that reason, although the interviews you get bored, go to dedicate a few hours: "Propaganda is something that never rejected," he says. " so you and I are talking now " .
already know the situation: they are times of drought. Publishers, slaves to the law of supply and demand, only to burn their bridges with formulas profitable. And we will not blame them for it, that's something they have to live the rich, but it is regrettable that overwhelmed types of talent, as Montero Glez, are being relegated to the shade or the silence of the library, wherever they come only those who venture.
Madrid, exiled for 13 years in Chiclana by choice, loving the intensity and the verb, the flesh and experience, we get in the ghost town of Caño Chanarro, old mud that soon will be ruin be memory.
Every time I read, I just will inevitably feel the same sensation that you are one of the most underrated English authors of all time. Do you think that literature is being fair to you?
Look, I never would have dared to dream that so many readers. To me I read. People do not pinch my books to keep them trim. My readers are scratching your pocket, or go to public loan or steal my books. And they do it to read me. Realize this: if you and people like you you value me, I'm not undervalued. Another thing is that I continue to be a China in the shoe that roam the Literary Salons. A noise within the Single Information Channel, saying Vazquez Montalban, a knot of resistance that I admired called Subcomandante Marcos.
Sometimes it seems we need to die to discover one's genius.
I do not know if you need to die, when I die I'll know. In every way, seeing what there is, I will say that it is always easier for the entertainment industry to handle a corpse than a living artist.
Like Bolaño, scorned by publishers and readers for much of his life and gone to the altar after his death. What makes you so different from him, you understand, as well as keep breathing? The
I do not like Bolaño literature does not mean that I do not just his death. Similarly, I welcome your success. I welcome the light that is left to his widow.
Yes the little light on your CPU, trembling with fear every time you feel thirsty fingers about the looting. I have answered, what do you dislike Bolaño?
I like that character in a novel of life pollute the pages of the book. I like to entertain and Bolaño fails. But I want to be respectful to him, with his family. Like I said before, I think the kid a bitch can not enjoy their success.
True, but I do not deny that there is much hypocrisy after his misfortune. Think for a moment, if you were to die now, what you have written things you would not want to go aside never to light? If those things
they feed my widow, I do not care. You see yourself. We must take up the lighted letters that I write with my readers.
were talking before the literary salons, I still remember the images of the day when you went up to collect Azorín two years ago, surrounded by so much literary ghost of such a tie and both Rolex and stomach so grateful. You, who migrated south to escape these things, do not you feel a little Martian in that environment?
No. Of all the ways that question the need to do to those who felt that night or Martian Martians. I did not feel Martian at all. I ran away from Madrid because I do not like cities, except Sevilla, of course. I live near the sea for thirteen years. Nature is my greatest teacher. Here I have a few stimuli, but very intense. In Madrid there were many, but not very intense.
Interestingly, the prize went to one of your most controversial novels, "Black Powder." Hard to believe that others, such as "Be of champagne" or "When the night forces" should return home with nothing. Which of all of them are you most proud?
of which has not yet been published, for that is that I'm more satisfied, which is still mine and will soon cease to be to be yours. "Gun and Knife" be entitled. And it still now.
I know there are superstitious rather not talk about his novels until they hatch, but yours is already in the incubator. Would you tell me a little of it?
"Gun and Knife" is a hard novel. The main theme is friendship, commitment to his word that, in losing, lost her honor. Shadow is a novel, very few characters and dialogue. Almost theatrical. Short but very intense. Distilling has been little by little, for two years. Desescrito much more than I've ever written. I made it with time, which is how they have to do these things. I am still with the last draft, but already you can put lion dead. I wrote the first draft of the tug, in the Sale Vargas. Then, on it, I've been adding drafts. When I was on the fourth draft had a conversation with Antonio Muñoz Molina, one of my teachers, one of the novelists I most admire. I spoke with him during an interview for his novel, great novel, "The dawn of time." Total he explained to me the importance of the first person in his novel and, while telling me this, I realized the lack of first person in the mine. I was on the fifth draft. I went back and started to get me back again. Thus, with its own voice from the start, I began to add new draft until the seventh. I seven drafts of a job. No more, no less. Then when I come the galleys, I review the games three times. But what I wanted to say is that I have been elaborated without haste and with great taste, very heartfelt. Notice that I have respect for an artist like shrimp. Is another of my teachers, along with Francisco de Goya and Lorca. A cosmic lament tore the earth with all the taste of blood. Be long before another just born different from everyone. He took all and did not look like anyone. A monster made of clay luminous matter.
There are times, few, I commit the imprudence of reading literature reviews. When I made about one of your books, I brought her hands to her head to see that some people compare you to Bukowski. It seems that when we talk about literature only compare with the above, and sometimes only with what we know.
Bukowski had a master: Céline. Céline is not exceeded and, if so, has been by the grace of Vallejo, Fernando Vallejo, the best writer that has given the English language. That language was written with the Golden Age and was stuck until he came to sodomizing her until she moan like a bitch. Sometimes I compare with him and Paco Umbral, but that is too big. I am a beginner, an apprentice dazzled by the prose of their teachers. What
has been the most ridiculous comparison you've had to listen?
The other day I was amused that put me in the same breath that the nocilleros. There are people who listen to bells and begins to dance the Jota.
With nocilleros has crime ...
Look, I want to clarify one thing because I brought it up: Agustín Fernández Mallo is a helluva kind, good kid. I signed with him in one of the last book fairs in Madrid and became friends. If I have banter with him because I like nice. It's a brave guy. Sometimes I do not know what to admire most, or the courage to Augustine to press their droppings or the courage of its editors to promote so great shit. Look after Loriga and Prado and all that crap teenager that no more than a bad translation of Bukowski, after that I said I do not think the industry to take a big shit. Yes: Nutella. What's next?
Now that mints Fernandez Mallo, remember that he and his media cover a large share of blame for today grant me this interview. Want to say hello to Toni Iturbe? Toni
Iturbe is my friend. I am godfather to his son Darius. Toni I hope never die, because if I have to take care of the child's education ... In short, I would learn the word "Fuck" very quickly.
crony apart ... Will you have to combine with gun Nocilla give you the impact you deserve?
The propaganda is something that non-repudiation. For the same now you and I are talking. But, you know, grant media interviews and then do not go: Single Channel censor my voice information. I'm not going to moderate my language because I have only one, will not wrinkle. I behave well in bed, in the table, in front of a blank sheet. I call pussy to pussy-never vagina. Realize that the culture of this country has been hijacked by a gang of sanctimonious little or nothing to do with what is culture. Thanks to the Internet are the days were numbered.
spoke before comparing, to remind me burst Valle-Inclan, but Uncle Paco. I think, in fact, you're a better and more humane version of the great threshold. I've always believed. His weak point was the novel, not yours.
Ramón María del Valle-Inclan was novelist Paco Umbral not, although he wrote the best fictionalized biography of Valle-Inclan, the white boots of pique. Some boots that tread the pavements of Madrid of the early twentieth century that resonate in the mirrors of the modernism that would Rubén Darío in Latin America, bottled in Paris. It is fascinating to study the time from which you have to suck if one aspires to become a writer willing to prose. So, Paco Umbral, although it was not a novelist, not passing anything. Handling the language to get electricity. Because it sucked that nipple, nipple projection of modernism. Anda
not brought them fine with one of your best friends and supporter universal, Arturo Perez Reverte ... Paco Umbral
When he died I wrote a telegram of condolences to Arthur. It read: "I'll walk in feeling. Who no longer have to beat you. "
have not entered the Royal Academy, as it did Reverte, was one of his great frustration. "To you I reveals that the chairs or you settle for a bench in the Book Fair?
I am a heretic. Never go into those sites. Since the death of Don Camilo José Cela the Royal Academy is a gay club, and I say I do not say gay and gays to be gay because you need to have a lot of money.
In line with this observation, I believe that no one from Cela and Threshold, has returned to treat with such language as you mime. Maybe your picture of lumpen writer has helped you get around such a trap. Still, you're not entirely agree with this classification ...
I'm just not lumpen. The underclass is a "no class" as it has no conscience class. I do, I have class consciousness. My grandfather was a craftsman, a cobbler of the neighborhood of Cuatro Caminos. He and my grandmother, who is 95 years old and still living, were the ones who raised me. I have a class conscious working class. I have hate, I have no rejection, I have hatred for the bourgeois. If the work is because the lumpen lumpen more literature in the fucking middle class. But I'm not lumpen.
But you have also experienced the lumpen in your flesh. Can not write so well about the lumpen without having known him.
I experienced everything in writing. Even for "Black Powder" I was in contact with explosives and chemicals. Watch: Matthew Morral had orchitis and to know how long it took to leave the board once dropped the bomb, and take refuge in the paper of Joseph Nakens to measure time, I tied the laces of my shoe to the scrotum is called strangulation. So Matthew got orchitis, testicular inflammation, kidney pain and stiffness of the waist. I struggled with the Matthew. To falsify reality, you must first know. Same with the lumpen. "Be of champagne in the Rosilla pulled, a town that was on the outskirts of Madrid, a drug market.
Lo gonzo sounds awfully orchitis. How do I fix?
The thing had long-term effects side. No joke, I seemed frozen testes Orsini bomb and then I left some red spots on the tip of the glans of Dalmatian you laugh. The urologist told me that the spots were angiomas. So, at first glance, one can see, but when joint go unnoticed. The other, the cysts were benign, he said, and disappeared only ejaculating without contention. I stopped practicing tantra for premature ejaculation and I was so far gone already.
I liked that you need to know before falsify reality. Ever, orchitis apart, put at risk your life in pursuit of the novel? Did you notice the black market to acclimate "Manteca blush?
try not to play me all I have, the only capital available to me, my life. What is certain is that adversity is not a merit, is secondary. Here in the south, where I live, I worked in various professions who call liberals. I am not privileged to have said: for now I want to be a writer, and pumba, as I have put all others and others, but, you know why? Because I am a writer of race, the race of defendants and those who belong to that minority goes fucking thing. Daniel Ruiz García is another writer on race and Miguel Baquero and Pedro de Paz and Javier Puebla and a few others. All we have to look for life. Faulkner worked in the mine, Onetti sold tires, I smuggled snuff. Anyway.
Remember the time at which installed within you the bug of literature?
I did the day my grandfather died Angel, who was a shoemaker. I would have that day thirteen years and wrote like crazy what I felt at that time. It was the first I wrote on my own, without any obligation of the teacher when you sent to an essay about spring. You know? I felt again, I felt powerful. The penalty was not me, but it helped me to leave bright and clean. Mysticism. Then, over the years, combined it with the picaresque to a living.
the beginning of the interviews referred to Vallejo. Another fag illustrious, the great Reinaldo Arenas, he always said that literature was not a gift but a curse.
And another, Truman Capote, who said that when God gives a gift gives you a whip. Well, this is the result of the Judeo-Christian morality that we have in genetics. But I'm not self-destructive and do not like whipped. I, if I came into this life to suffer, then I put another drink. Look, I have a good time doing what I do, mostly documenting. That part I really enjoy. It's like the heater before the powder. At heart I'm like Nacho Vidal, I also I enjoy my work.
Is this how you want to be remembered as a guy who enjoyed doing the only thing he could do?
I do not care that, so I do not feel like it is remembered as a man of order, because I am quite the opposite. The order is dangerous. But, for that matter, I would be cool as a statue of Victor Noir in the cemetery of Pere Lachaisse in Paris and the aunts were to wear the muzzle and the crotch to revive me.
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already know the situation: they are times of drought. Publishers, slaves to the law of supply and demand, only to burn their bridges with formulas profitable. And we will not blame them for it, that's something they have to live the rich, but it is regrettable that overwhelmed types of talent, as Montero Glez, are being relegated to the shade or the silence of the library, wherever they come only those who venture.
Madrid, exiled for 13 years in Chiclana by choice, loving the intensity and the verb, the flesh and experience, we get in the ghost town of Caño Chanarro, old mud that soon will be ruin be memory.
Every time I read, I just will inevitably feel the same sensation that you are one of the most underrated English authors of all time. Do you think that literature is being fair to you?
Look, I never would have dared to dream that so many readers. To me I read. People do not pinch my books to keep them trim. My readers are scratching your pocket, or go to public loan or steal my books. And they do it to read me. Realize this: if you and people like you you value me, I'm not undervalued. Another thing is that I continue to be a China in the shoe that roam the Literary Salons. A noise within the Single Information Channel, saying Vazquez Montalban, a knot of resistance that I admired called Subcomandante Marcos.
Sometimes it seems we need to die to discover one's genius.
I do not know if you need to die, when I die I'll know. In every way, seeing what there is, I will say that it is always easier for the entertainment industry to handle a corpse than a living artist.
Like Bolaño, scorned by publishers and readers for much of his life and gone to the altar after his death. What makes you so different from him, you understand, as well as keep breathing? The
I do not like Bolaño literature does not mean that I do not just his death. Similarly, I welcome your success. I welcome the light that is left to his widow.
Yes the little light on your CPU, trembling with fear every time you feel thirsty fingers about the looting. I have answered, what do you dislike Bolaño?
I like that character in a novel of life pollute the pages of the book. I like to entertain and Bolaño fails. But I want to be respectful to him, with his family. Like I said before, I think the kid a bitch can not enjoy their success.
True, but I do not deny that there is much hypocrisy after his misfortune. Think for a moment, if you were to die now, what you have written things you would not want to go aside never to light? If those things
they feed my widow, I do not care. You see yourself. We must take up the lighted letters that I write with my readers.
were talking before the literary salons, I still remember the images of the day when you went up to collect Azorín two years ago, surrounded by so much literary ghost of such a tie and both Rolex and stomach so grateful. You, who migrated south to escape these things, do not you feel a little Martian in that environment?
No. Of all the ways that question the need to do to those who felt that night or Martian Martians. I did not feel Martian at all. I ran away from Madrid because I do not like cities, except Sevilla, of course. I live near the sea for thirteen years. Nature is my greatest teacher. Here I have a few stimuli, but very intense. In Madrid there were many, but not very intense.
Interestingly, the prize went to one of your most controversial novels, "Black Powder." Hard to believe that others, such as "Be of champagne" or "When the night forces" should return home with nothing. Which of all of them are you most proud?
of which has not yet been published, for that is that I'm more satisfied, which is still mine and will soon cease to be to be yours. "Gun and Knife" be entitled. And it still now.
I know there are superstitious rather not talk about his novels until they hatch, but yours is already in the incubator. Would you tell me a little of it?
"Gun and Knife" is a hard novel. The main theme is friendship, commitment to his word that, in losing, lost her honor. Shadow is a novel, very few characters and dialogue. Almost theatrical. Short but very intense. Distilling has been little by little, for two years. Desescrito much more than I've ever written. I made it with time, which is how they have to do these things. I am still with the last draft, but already you can put lion dead. I wrote the first draft of the tug, in the Sale Vargas. Then, on it, I've been adding drafts. When I was on the fourth draft had a conversation with Antonio Muñoz Molina, one of my teachers, one of the novelists I most admire. I spoke with him during an interview for his novel, great novel, "The dawn of time." Total he explained to me the importance of the first person in his novel and, while telling me this, I realized the lack of first person in the mine. I was on the fifth draft. I went back and started to get me back again. Thus, with its own voice from the start, I began to add new draft until the seventh. I seven drafts of a job. No more, no less. Then when I come the galleys, I review the games three times. But what I wanted to say is that I have been elaborated without haste and with great taste, very heartfelt. Notice that I have respect for an artist like shrimp. Is another of my teachers, along with Francisco de Goya and Lorca. A cosmic lament tore the earth with all the taste of blood. Be long before another just born different from everyone. He took all and did not look like anyone. A monster made of clay luminous matter.
There are times, few, I commit the imprudence of reading literature reviews. When I made about one of your books, I brought her hands to her head to see that some people compare you to Bukowski. It seems that when we talk about literature only compare with the above, and sometimes only with what we know.
Bukowski had a master: Céline. Céline is not exceeded and, if so, has been by the grace of Vallejo, Fernando Vallejo, the best writer that has given the English language. That language was written with the Golden Age and was stuck until he came to sodomizing her until she moan like a bitch. Sometimes I compare with him and Paco Umbral, but that is too big. I am a beginner, an apprentice dazzled by the prose of their teachers. What
has been the most ridiculous comparison you've had to listen?
The other day I was amused that put me in the same breath that the nocilleros. There are people who listen to bells and begins to dance the Jota.
With nocilleros has crime ...
Look, I want to clarify one thing because I brought it up: Agustín Fernández Mallo is a helluva kind, good kid. I signed with him in one of the last book fairs in Madrid and became friends. If I have banter with him because I like nice. It's a brave guy. Sometimes I do not know what to admire most, or the courage to Augustine to press their droppings or the courage of its editors to promote so great shit. Look after Loriga and Prado and all that crap teenager that no more than a bad translation of Bukowski, after that I said I do not think the industry to take a big shit. Yes: Nutella. What's next?
Now that mints Fernandez Mallo, remember that he and his media cover a large share of blame for today grant me this interview. Want to say hello to Toni Iturbe? Toni
Iturbe is my friend. I am godfather to his son Darius. Toni I hope never die, because if I have to take care of the child's education ... In short, I would learn the word "Fuck" very quickly.
crony apart ... Will you have to combine with gun Nocilla give you the impact you deserve?
The propaganda is something that non-repudiation. For the same now you and I are talking. But, you know, grant media interviews and then do not go: Single Channel censor my voice information. I'm not going to moderate my language because I have only one, will not wrinkle. I behave well in bed, in the table, in front of a blank sheet. I call pussy to pussy-never vagina. Realize that the culture of this country has been hijacked by a gang of sanctimonious little or nothing to do with what is culture. Thanks to the Internet are the days were numbered.
spoke before comparing, to remind me burst Valle-Inclan, but Uncle Paco. I think, in fact, you're a better and more humane version of the great threshold. I've always believed. His weak point was the novel, not yours.
Ramón María del Valle-Inclan was novelist Paco Umbral not, although he wrote the best fictionalized biography of Valle-Inclan, the white boots of pique. Some boots that tread the pavements of Madrid of the early twentieth century that resonate in the mirrors of the modernism that would Rubén Darío in Latin America, bottled in Paris. It is fascinating to study the time from which you have to suck if one aspires to become a writer willing to prose. So, Paco Umbral, although it was not a novelist, not passing anything. Handling the language to get electricity. Because it sucked that nipple, nipple projection of modernism. Anda
not brought them fine with one of your best friends and supporter universal, Arturo Perez Reverte ... Paco Umbral
When he died I wrote a telegram of condolences to Arthur. It read: "I'll walk in feeling. Who no longer have to beat you. "
have not entered the Royal Academy, as it did Reverte, was one of his great frustration. "To you I reveals that the chairs or you settle for a bench in the Book Fair?
I am a heretic. Never go into those sites. Since the death of Don Camilo José Cela the Royal Academy is a gay club, and I say I do not say gay and gays to be gay because you need to have a lot of money.
In line with this observation, I believe that no one from Cela and Threshold, has returned to treat with such language as you mime. Maybe your picture of lumpen writer has helped you get around such a trap. Still, you're not entirely agree with this classification ...
I'm just not lumpen. The underclass is a "no class" as it has no conscience class. I do, I have class consciousness. My grandfather was a craftsman, a cobbler of the neighborhood of Cuatro Caminos. He and my grandmother, who is 95 years old and still living, were the ones who raised me. I have a class conscious working class. I have hate, I have no rejection, I have hatred for the bourgeois. If the work is because the lumpen lumpen more literature in the fucking middle class. But I'm not lumpen.
But you have also experienced the lumpen in your flesh. Can not write so well about the lumpen without having known him.
I experienced everything in writing. Even for "Black Powder" I was in contact with explosives and chemicals. Watch: Matthew Morral had orchitis and to know how long it took to leave the board once dropped the bomb, and take refuge in the paper of Joseph Nakens to measure time, I tied the laces of my shoe to the scrotum is called strangulation. So Matthew got orchitis, testicular inflammation, kidney pain and stiffness of the waist. I struggled with the Matthew. To falsify reality, you must first know. Same with the lumpen. "Be of champagne in the Rosilla pulled, a town that was on the outskirts of Madrid, a drug market.
Lo gonzo sounds awfully orchitis. How do I fix?
The thing had long-term effects side. No joke, I seemed frozen testes Orsini bomb and then I left some red spots on the tip of the glans of Dalmatian you laugh. The urologist told me that the spots were angiomas. So, at first glance, one can see, but when joint go unnoticed. The other, the cysts were benign, he said, and disappeared only ejaculating without contention. I stopped practicing tantra for premature ejaculation and I was so far gone already.
I liked that you need to know before falsify reality. Ever, orchitis apart, put at risk your life in pursuit of the novel? Did you notice the black market to acclimate "Manteca blush?
try not to play me all I have, the only capital available to me, my life. What is certain is that adversity is not a merit, is secondary. Here in the south, where I live, I worked in various professions who call liberals. I am not privileged to have said: for now I want to be a writer, and pumba, as I have put all others and others, but, you know why? Because I am a writer of race, the race of defendants and those who belong to that minority goes fucking thing. Daniel Ruiz García is another writer on race and Miguel Baquero and Pedro de Paz and Javier Puebla and a few others. All we have to look for life. Faulkner worked in the mine, Onetti sold tires, I smuggled snuff. Anyway.
Remember the time at which installed within you the bug of literature?
I did the day my grandfather died Angel, who was a shoemaker. I would have that day thirteen years and wrote like crazy what I felt at that time. It was the first I wrote on my own, without any obligation of the teacher when you sent to an essay about spring. You know? I felt again, I felt powerful. The penalty was not me, but it helped me to leave bright and clean. Mysticism. Then, over the years, combined it with the picaresque to a living.
the beginning of the interviews referred to Vallejo. Another fag illustrious, the great Reinaldo Arenas, he always said that literature was not a gift but a curse.
And another, Truman Capote, who said that when God gives a gift gives you a whip. Well, this is the result of the Judeo-Christian morality that we have in genetics. But I'm not self-destructive and do not like whipped. I, if I came into this life to suffer, then I put another drink. Look, I have a good time doing what I do, mostly documenting. That part I really enjoy. It's like the heater before the powder. At heart I'm like Nacho Vidal, I also I enjoy my work.
Is this how you want to be remembered as a guy who enjoyed doing the only thing he could do?
I do not care that, so I do not feel like it is remembered as a man of order, because I am quite the opposite. The order is dangerous. But, for that matter, I would be cool as a statue of Victor Noir in the cemetery of Pere Lachaisse in Paris and the aunts were to wear the muzzle and the crotch to revive me.
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