Free women, women in freedom, women in history

Large Almudena cleaned with her literary bayet the spots of azogue from those half-moon mirrors that returned the snow past and postwar absenorate. Almudena G

Free women, women in freedom, women in history

Large Almudena cleaned with her literary bayet the spots of azogue from those half-moon mirrors that returned the snow past and postwar absenorate. Almudena Grandes insisted on building a kind of national episodes of less flight than his admired Galdós, six titles 'barely', which titled episodes of an endless war, where they could, above all, those painful and hurt women, sometimes with a past Not very confessible, but with a clear pawn: to get ahead.

On the burlap canvas of that endless post-war he was sketching characters that were looking for an impossible freedom. The metaphor of the books of him could be found in his last published novel, 'The mother of Frankenstein' (Tusquets), where she uncorreted the curtain of that world of uncertainty, suspicion, and rolled from the 50s.

The book, in appearance, flies over the figure of a disturbed, ambitious and, partly, ruthless, Aurora Rodríguez Carballeira mother, a superded young woman who died murdered at the hands of Aurora when she began to see that her plan was diluted : Hildegart wanted to fly alone.

Who is free, really? Who can do what you want without a cloth? In this novel these issues arise and not only. In addition to crib impediments (decisive does not make relevant and unforeseen so much today). "If a woman gave up the momentum of falling in love with who she did not owe [he was referring to the 40s and 50s], that could be the end of her," he told the world in February last year, when the novel was published.

For those pages it appeared a more subtle way of liberty. He no longer rushed, some imprisoned were looking for life through the streets, but a railroad discipline was camouflaged under public morals, that of the woman of Caesar. And in that scenario there appear two other women, a granddaughter of the psychemattric gardener and a widow of a communist hero, each conditioned by her past. And opposite, psychiatry. Two modes (opposed) to understand it and 'apply it', that of the Eugenista Vallejo Nájera and that of López Ibor, which healed homosexuality with lobotomies, in front of the most advanced (and persecuted) of Carlos Castilla del Pino: we continue with freedom to Slopes.

This novel, as with most of the books that are worthwhile, approaches what is said and what it slips. The anecdote and the category. "In the book, the difference between the people who are in freedom and the people who are free are addressed; in the Franco regime there were many people who were released but were not free and others who were deprived of freedom, in jail, but they were Free inside, "said the writer to the world in February last year, when the book was published. But surely she thought mostly about women, who are not distinguished by much that the bandeta is passed.

That should have been thinking about the morning because Almudena Grandes, after aerating the house, wrote with an eye on the book and the other in the pout. She went from the kitchen to the studio and vice versa, pending the novel and attentive to the stove. "I never know how many will come to dinner," she said. And as the day usually comes with the unforeseen man under her arm, she wrote in the morning in the elongated silent house that overlooks the Plaza de Barceló.

It was fresh, decided and brave. She was very clear about what she thought. She was in front. She was from left and atleti. And something from her shaded the best characters of her. Especially in the feminine.

Updated Date: 27 November 2021, 19:07

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