The Thrill is Gone (Film: The Muppets, 2011)

One of the songs in the first part of this comeback tentative of The Muppets is called ‘Can We Do It Again?’.  To some extent it resumes the story and the history of this film. The story because the film is about the legendary Muppets getting together 30 years after in order to save the studios from being acquired and turned to something else by a heartless tycoon. The history because the same question can be asked by the viewers, some of them trying to find back the charm of the original shows into their memories, other completely new to the concept, which may have led to a multitude of replicas and sequels but also had its own charm, value, humor which I am not sure can really be reborn ‘as is’. At least not in James Bobin’s version.

 

source http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1204342/

 

I was a great fan of The Muppets. In the 70s and early 80s, under the direction of Jim Henson the show was capable of bringing into its 20-25 minutes of nonsense some of the best performers of the period, from Harry Belafonte to Joan Baez. Unfortunately the version realized by the Disney Studios rarely raises over the level of a musical for kids, and the worst thing it that it does not aim much higher. I should have suspected, as I can hardly remember any good coming out of the Disney brand that was not created by Disney himself. His followers seem to have embraced a puritan approach to kids and teenager culture, but Disney’s world of ferries was much more than kids entertainment, it was great story telling, it was sharp humor close to cruelty sometimes, it was a whole universe of cultural references, it was art daring to push the limits. Staying beyond the limits of the Disney universe of the 50s is the great mistake the studio and the style they embraced ever made. Their acquiring of the Muppets brand from the inheritors of Jim Henson Sr. may be the mortal hit to the concept, at least if we are to judge after this 2011 production.

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IaeXrigYkGY

(video source TotalFilm)

 

Nothing or almost nothing of the old show charm is on screen for this production. Music is mostly banal, humor almost absent, the characters as they slowly get back together seem all to be playing the role of the two old guys in the gallery rather then their own roles. I wonder how Jack Black accepted to play in this film. Oh, yes, I forgot, he was kidnapped, tied and forced to put a show on stage! And he is not credited (why? really!). Or maybe he was just a kid by the time the original show was run, watching it and dreaming to be a star in it, and ready to do anything to become one. As a grown up he could have skipped this film.

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Back to the 80s (Film: We Own the Night – Joaquin Phoenix, Mark Wahlberg, 2007)

There is a strong feeling of deja vu planning on the viewers of We Own the Night (the slogan of the NYPD in the 80s, while fighting for the control of the streets of the Big Apple at night). The story and the characters are pretty much borrowed from similar movies where brothers or childhood friends find themselves on opposed parts of the cops vs. mafia game. The atmosphere and characters are very much similar to other stories about the New York gangs or police academies. The combination of family drama and Mafia intrigue is also a classical theme.

 

source http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0498399/

 

So the story of the film looks very much like an 80s story. The problem is that it does not only refer to the 80s but it also feels like a film from the 80s. This may have been in part intentional, a decision by director James Gray that I respect, as it provides an air of authenticity to the way the streets, the clubs, the police stations are being brought to life. Some of the acting also fits into the same vision, as Robert Duvall as the head of the policemen dynasty is an actor who comes to us from the 80s, and Mark Wahlberg fits well in the patern, as well as the Israeli Moni Moshonov distributed as a Russian padrone. The out of pattern acts are those of Joaquin Phoenix, a huge actor who hardly can fit in any pattern and of the very sexy Eva Mendes who plays his girlfriend.

 

(video source MoviemanTrailers)

 

Worth seeing? Maybe, if you really are interested in another family drama mixed with gangsters vs. cops intrigues which does not really raise to the level of Scorsese, and if you like films from the 80s. But, wait a moment, if you really like films from the 80s why not renting or looking for one of the real stuff on the cable movie channels?

 

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‘Double Vision’ – Contemporary Art from Japan at the Tikotin Museum

The Tikotin Museum of Japanese Art and the Haifa Museum of Art organized in Haifa what is probably the most important exhibition of contemporary art from Japan ever hold in Israel with the occasion of the 60 years since Japan and Israel established diplomatic relations. Designed in the aftermath of the 2011 earthquake and tsunami by two art collectors from England and Japan the exhibition provides a wide perspective of the modern art in Japan, bringing here artists from several generations who express themselves in different genres, styles, and materials. The result is a fascinating window open to a world of art which combines tradition with innovation, revolt and respect to the predecessors, all in a permanent dialog between the Eastern and Western cultural values. Here are my impressions about a few works by some of the artists exposed at Tikotin which I visited today. These are only some of the artists exposed and unfortunately I did not have time to get to the Haifa Museum of Art where the rest of the exhibition and artists are being shown. Maybe in the coming weeks, as the exhibition is open until December 15.

 

source http://www.tmja.org.il/

 

Makoto Aida mixes in Aichan-BONSAI the traditional Bonsai trees in an octopus structure with human female heads, the result is disconcerting.

 

source http://www.azito-art.com/homma-takashi/tokyo-suburbia-boy.html

 

Takashi Homma photographs the suburbs of Tokyo, combining industrial structures, depersonalized lodgments and highways with portraits of humans, most of them young people who seem to be lost in the landscape deprived of any cultural identity.

 

source http://www.anninaroescheisen.com/art/contemporary-art/motohiko-odani/

 

The fate and extreme manifestations of the young is also the theme of two of the three works of Motohiko Odani exposed in the exhibition. One is a video criticizing the sub-human teenage TV shows in the 90s, the other two are in porcelain and the material that must respect gravity to protect its fragility is dealt with in an original manner. Crushed to the ground in the work above, suspended but tense in the other work in the exhibition.

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uB–DXH02mI

(video source mouffettefatale)

 

Yoko Ono (yes, the wife of …) is present with two of the provocative video works filming happenings that made her known even in the pre-Lennon fame years. Cut Piece filmed in 1964 shows the audiences cutting in pieces her dress, she repeated the happening about 40 years later.

 

 

source http://japan-photo.info/blog/2010/05/09/rink-kawauchi-lieko-shiga-exhibitions-lectures-at-photobook-festival-kassel-germany/

 

Lieko Shiga asked friends from different places in the world to find the darkest and most lightened places in their neighborhoods. Then he came and made pictures in these places, he then printed the photos, brought modifications to the prints and photographed them again. This is the technique used to give birth to the Canary cycle.

 

source http://www.asianartnewspaper.com/article/yuken-teruya

 

The last work I will write about is Yuken Teruya’s  You-I, You-I. The painting of a kimono, one of the most specific Japanese art genre combines fauna and floral motives from his native island of Okinawa with models inspired by the recent history of the island. This beautiful work can be used to describe the essence of the exhibition.

 

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Richard III under Rocket Attacks

This is maybe one of the most unusual texts about a theater performance that I have ever written. It is not only about Shakespeare’s masterpiece, not only about the staging (and I have great references to compare with, starting with Laurence Olivier’s 1955 version in film or the classical staging in the 60s with the Romanian actor George Vraca on stage), but also about the atmosphere of the performance. The play is now staged at the Cameri Theater in Tel Aviv, together with Richard II which I wrote about a few weeks ago. Both kings are played by the same actor, Itay Tiran, the uncontested star of the younger generation of Israeli theater actors and both performances are directed by Arthur Kogan. 

 

source http://www.calcalist.co.il/consumer/articles/0,7340,L-3575873,00.html

 

The performance today in Tel Aviv had two parts of classical Shakespearean theater and one surrealistic interlude. Seconds after the first part ended with the crowning of king Richard one of the actors returned to stage and announced ‘Do not go to any other place, stay here, this is the safest place’. The Hebrew word he used has a double meaning of defended place and bomb shelter. Many of the spectators laughed at the joke, but some other opened their smartphones to learn that we were experiencing the second rocket attack alarm on Tel Aviv from Gaza in the last 24 hours. That hall of the Golda complex, two levels under the ground is really also the bomb shelter for the whole theater, the sound of the alarm sirens does not get there, but the theater staff is trained to direct people to that hall in case of an alarm. At the end of the break we were told that in case of another alarm the performance will be interrupted, and the people with seats in the balconies are asked to descend to the safer stalls level.

 

(video source cameritv)

 

There was no second alarm, and the second part as the whole performance was one of the best I have seen in the last few years on the scene of an Israeli theater. It’s much better than the pairing Richard II performance which I saw first, it’s a colorful and complex staging, with well drawn characters, which makes a good service to the Shakespearean text (well translated into Hebrew) and brings to life the bloody drama of power and human vice, of glory and moral decay. Itay Tiran is at his best, but so are also Eli Gorenstein (Sir James Tyrell as a professional killer and a lover of classical and opera music descended from Kubrick), Ruti Asersai, Elena Yaralova, Dudu Niv.

The play ends with the monologue of the Earl of Richmond which is to become Henri VII and start the dynasty of the Tudors:

Enrich the time to come with smooth-faced peace,
With smiling plenty and fair prosperous days!
Abate the edge of traitors, gracious Lord,
That would reduce these bloody days again,
And make poor England weep in streams of blood!
Let them not live to taste this land’s increase
That would with treason wound this fair land’s peace!
Now civil wounds are stopp’d, peace lives again:
That she may long live here, God say amen!

The word England was translated to Hebrew as Eretz. And suddenly the words written by Shakespeare more than 400 years ago seemed so true and so actual. Almost like a prayer. Some of the actors and many people in the audience had tears in their eyes.

 

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The Old Rocker and the Holocaust (Film: This Must Be the Place – Sean Penn, 2011)

This Must Be the Place is one of the weirdest Holocaust movies ever made. So weird and so different that I doubt that it will find place in the usual re-programing of the TV stations on such commemorative moments as the Holocaust Day. Yet it is at the same time one of the most human and moving film on the theme of the second generation, the one of the children of the Holocaust survivors that I have ever seen.

 

source http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1440345/

 

Sean Penn‘s Cheyenne is an aging Gothic rocker, whose greatest success dates two decades back, but was enough to grant him a life of luxury for the rest of his days, and even some fame when walking the local Irish malls. No doubt, he looks like an aging rock star, and Penn’s creation makes me wonder how could the Oscar avoid him this year (and I am not a registered fan of Penn, believe it or not). Something happens and this is his father’s death, and the trip to the New York Jewish area meets him back with the family he left, maybe he ran of, the life he quit, and the history of the family. This history hides something he was not aware about – the suffering and the humiliation that his father experienced during the Holocaust. What makes out of Cheyenne a Nazi hunter, what causes him to engage in a trip that reminds Jim Jarmusch‘s Broken Flowers across America to catch and revenge his father’s tormentor remains a mystery. It is not the only mystery of the film, but all becomes credible and makes sense not on the logic but on the emotional plan. It’s more then just emotion, it is resonance. Penn’s character fills not only the screen, it follows you after the end credits, with his straight and naive logic and belief in truth, with his strange but yet so human way of talking and behaving.

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q0ryRwKkKI4

(video source indieculturebox)

 

There are several beautiful and memorable scenes in this film. The relation of Cheyenne with the younger girl, older woman and her missing son which is never completely explained. The meeting with another old rocker and the concert by David Byrne (in a cameo appearance). The guitar piece with the kid he meets on the road. The confrontation with his father’s tormentor and the almost human justification of the later. Director Paolo Sorrentino, as well as his cinematography, sound, musical teams do a fine and discrete job. A film to search for and to watch.

 

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The Killer’s Apprentice (Film: From Paris with Love – John Travolta and Jonathan Rhys Meyers, 2010)

There certainly is a love story going on between Hollywood and Paris. I can hardly think about a genre that is not represented in the American cinema and has its setting in Paris – from historical films to romantic comedies, from Hitchcock or Hitchcockian thrillers to love stories, all the genres excepting the western had one or more Eiffel Tower settings. Now, with Pierre Morel’s movie the western was added 🙂

 

source http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1179034/

 

Because what else is this film but a B-Western, where the gunman comes in town apparently with purposes of revenge, in fact with a different mission, yet related to nothing more than the collection and addition of corpses over corpses. As an action or spy story the intrigue is completely not credible, but think at it as a western, and it suddenly works. Producer Luc Besson is in charge again with another movie that looks more American than the most American films despite the fact that it happens in Paris. If you love the genre you have good chances to hugely enjoy this film. If you are indifferent you can sit back, watch the action and the actors and you will enjoy it at least partly. If you hate the genre or you are looking for some art, or even for too much logic, you will hate it.

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GvqHcADlhB4

(video source LionsGate)

 

John Travolta enjoys playing the killing machine in this film, we feel this and we enjoy watching him. Jonathan Rhys Meyers, an actor I greatly appreciate for his role in the Tudor series has a much difficult role as the killer apprentice, permanently surprised by the situations he enters, always ready to assume them bravely and even overbid eventually. He does a fine job, and this role confirms that he is one of the front actors of his generation, as he gives life to a schematically drawn character. The rest of the cast does a decent job, and the best one can do after deciding to watch this film is to avoid being judgmental and start enjoying it.

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Madeleine Peyroux in Tel Aviv

I first saw and listened to Madeleine Peyroux’s music in the mid-90s. The performance was filmed at one of the major jazz festivals, maybe the one in Montreal, but I am no longer sure. She was in her mid 20s, young, beautiful and with a powerful voice. I immediately placed her high on my appreciation scale, as one of the potential divas of the coming decades.

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V6-wrEhPpeg

(video source Nando Moraes)

 

Somehow my prediction did not fully come true. Soon after she disappeared from the front of the international musical scene, and when she came back she did not seem to fully accomplish her potential. One of the reasons I believe is that Peyroux is too respectful to the traditions she is in love with – classical vocal jazz, French chansonettes and the big ballad artists (Dylan, Leonard Cohen). She is the perfect performer to take a famous song and give it a completely new life that makes you forget the original interpretation. She does not compose too many original songs, or maybe she does not play enough of them, although the ones I heard are all original. They are however too few to create her the musical basis to become one of the divas. Maybe she foes not thrive to become one.

 

(video source JazzStationBZ)

 

The Georgia-born Madeleine Peyroux played in the last years in many famous places, she appeared in prestigious series like the Abbey Road Studio Recordings. And she is an excellent live performer, as I could see last night at the Reading 3 club in Tel Aviv, a stop in a tour which will further take her to France, Turkey and the US.

 

 

Peyroux impresses as soon as she starts singing. A tall and powerful woman close to her 40s she is not any longer the beautiful young girl I remembered, but as soon as she talks you feel her non-formal and direct personality, and as soon as she sings you cannot but vibrate to her strong and yet so sensitive voice. A first (non-Obama :-)) joke established immediately the relation with the audience, she explains her music in simple words and in a style that seriously asks you not to take her too seriously.

 

(video source kinkradio)

 

Every instrumental sequence is listened with attention and appreciated by her as leader of the band. Gary Versace at piano and organ reached incandescence in a couple of pieces, and guitarist John Harrington also demonstrated that he is a fine musician. I was not enthusiastic about Israeli-born bass player Barak Mori (too slow to my taste) but I enjoyed the local guest performer trumpet player Avishai Cohen.

 

(video source okeydokeyy)

 

The program was a combination of classical jazz, soul (‘I Can’t Stop Loving You’), ballads and two or maybe three original songs which just proved what a fine musician Peyroux can be.

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2JHu_HtMSv8

(video source BOSSPRODUCCIONES)

 

Among the last songs of the evening Peyroux sand a song in French (which she does in every show as a salute to her French ancestry) and Leonard Cohen’s Dancing to the End of Love which she re-created in a manner that made an enthusiast even of a non-fan of Cohen as I happen to be.

The Web site of the artist can be found at http://madeleinepeyroux.com/.

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Family Ties (Film: Tetro – Francis Ford Coppola, 2009)

The name of Francis Ford Coppola is always sufficient to make me want to see the movie. Having directed back in the 70s what are considered to be some of the best films in the history of cinema, Coppola seems to make esoteric choices in the last few years, exploring cinema and geographical territories (Argentina, Romania) a little aside from the main Hollywood track, enrolling international casts (and of course, almost no actor would lose an opportunity to work with him).  Tetro seems to be his best film in the last decade, an American family saga set in South America, a drama that touches the artistic milieu and brings up hidden and murky family ties.

 

source http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0964185/

 

On the way Coppola does not miss the opportunity to make music, ballet, opera in film. All the characters in the family are in the shade of an oppressive and egocentric father, obsessed with his career of world famous conductor (Klaus Maria Brandauer of whom I never have enough). The elder son (excellent acting from Vincent Gallo) is a playwright and lights director who has his own reasons to stop his artistic career, the younger character (Alden Ehrenreich reminding young Leonardo Di Caprio) starts as a steward apprentice to end as a stage director. Maribel Verdu as the elder brother’s girlfriend completes a triangle of fine acting.

 

(video source TetroFilm)

 

All the action turns around family ties and secrets, around art as a goal in life and as an excuse for bad behavior. I am often complaining about the length of the American films (and not only American) and I will do it again, and again not because of the number of minutes by itself, but because the ten extra-minutes at the end turn the strong family drama into melodrama, and this seemed to me unnecessary.

 

(video source TetroFilm)

 

Here is Coppola speaking about the cinematography signed by the young Romanian cinematographer Mihai Malaimare jr. The black and white colors used for most of the film with the colored flashbacks give a stylish and expressive touch to the viewing experience. Much of the charm and pleasure viewers have from watching this film derives from the camera work.

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Snapshots in Tel Aviv and Yaffo

Below are a few pictures taken this morning during a short tour in Tel Aviv and Yaffo.

 

 

Beit Tamar is the name of the building that stands at the intersection of the streets Chelouche and Shabazi in the Neve Tzedek area of Tel Aviv – restored by somebody who liked a good laugh.

 

 

My profession almost never leaves me, so I learned a new meaning of the acronym WWW ….

 

 

… as well as a new place where open source is being largely used.

 

 

Good news! The rock of Andromeda is in our hands!

 

 

Yes, there is a lighthouse in Yaffo.

 

 

There is also a church at the end of the tunnel …

 

 

… and there is a new and beautiful fountain also (or at least I do not remember having seen it before).

 

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Carte: Jorge Luis Borges – Istoria universala a infamiei

Volumasul ‘Istoria universala a infamiei’ are vreo 130 de pagini a caror lectura nu ia mult mai mult decat o ora – dar fiecare minut din acest prea scurt interval este un minut de delectare, care reprezinta si o introducere in scrisul si scrierile lui Jose Luis Borges, prima sa culegere de proza, colectie de fapt a unor episoade publicate in foileton intre 1932 si 1934 si adunate intre copertile unui volum in 1935. Doua decenii mai tarziu, cand Borges capatase deja reputatia unuia dintre cei mai importanti scriitori ai secolului, el va revizui volumul si va adauga inca trei episoade in selectia finala de povestiri. In romaneste traducerea (excelenta) pe care am citit-o apartine Irinei Dogaru si Cristinei Haulica, si a aparut intr-o a doua editie in colectia Top 10+ a Editurii Polirom, 2012.

 

sursa http://www.dol.ro/carti/beletristica/romane-diverse/istoria-universala-a-infamiei---jorge-luis-borges-ypo10601.html

 

Titlul cartii este putin inselator si intentionat senzationalist. El cuprinde deja in el unul dintre efectele umoristice pe care Borges le va folosi in cursul carierei sale scriitoricesti si acum intelegem si sursa – jurnalistica de foileton pe care tanarul scriitor o practica in acea perioada. Departe de a fi universala si eliminand orice pretentie la ordine cronologica, geografica sau de vreun alt fel, este vorba despre o colectie de biografii ale unor personaje istorice a caror trasatura comuna este intr-adevar infamia de caracter, spiritul criminal si destinele de cele mai multe ori tragice, descrise cu uneltele ziaristului sau scriitorului de popularizare istorica cu usoara tenta senzationalista. Pe rand sunt adusi sub ochii cititorului Morell speculantul de sclavi din mlastinile Louisianei, Tom Castro impostorul ce isi revendica mostenirea unei bogate aristocrate londoneze ce isi pierduse fiul, vaduva Ching comandanta a piratilor din marile Chinei, Monk Eastman conducator de banda new-yorkeza, Billy the Kid, maestrul de ceremonii si mincionosul pervers Kosuke no Suke ce cade victima propriei sale cupiditati si profetul mincinos Hakim nascut in deserturile Arabiei inceputurilor de Islam.

Regasim in carte germenii tehnicilor narative pe care Borges le va aduce la perfectiune in volumele ce vor urma – enumerarea savanta, sursele ezoterice in care realul si magicul, autenticul si falsul cu luciu de autentic se amesteca pana la imposibilitatea de a fi discernate unele de altele. In niciun moment nu este cautata profunzimea psihologica, portretele au claritatea imaginilor fotografiate din ziarele vechi. Iata de pilda portretul lui Billy the Kid:  ‘Pe la 1859 omul care, intru teroare si glorie, avea sa fie Billy the Kid s-a nascut intr-o cloaca subterana din New York. Se spune ca l-a zamislit un pintec irlandez obosit, insa a crescut printre negri. In acest haos de duhoare de transpiratie si de par cret, s-a bucurat de avantajul pe care ti-l dau pistruii si parul roscat. Nu-si ascundea orgoliul de a fi alb; mai putem spune despre el ca era sfirijit, salbatic si josnic. La virsta de doisprezece ani a facut parte din sleahta Swamp Angels (Ingerii din Mlastina), zeitati care actionau in locuri fetide. In noptile care miroseau a ceata arsa ieseau din acel labirint pestilential, urmareau cite-un marinar neamt, il culcau la pamint dintr-o singura lovitura de sticla, il lasau in pielea goala si se-ntorceau la mizeria dinainte. Tartorul lor era un negru cu par carunt, Gas Houser Jonas, care-si dobindise faima de otravitor de cai.” (pag. 64)

 

source http://blueeyedennis-siempre.blogspot.co.il/2012/02/jorge-luis-borges-on-learning.html

 

Premizele povestii profetului minicinos Hakin din Merv sunt puse in felul urmator: ‘Daca nu ma insel, izvoarele originale de informare asupra lui Al Moqanna, Profetul Invaluit (sau mai exact, Mascat) din Korasan se reduc la patru: a) excerpte din Istoria califilor conservate de Baladhuri, b) Calauza uriasului sau Cartea lamuririi si a indreptarii, apartinand cronicarului oficial al Abbasizilor, Ibn abi Tair Tarfur, c) codicele arab intitulat Anihilarea rozei, unde sunt combatute ingrozitoarele erezii ale Rozei intunecate sau Rozei ascunse, care constituie cartea canonica a Profetului, d) citeva monede fara efigie dezgropate de inginerul Andrusov cu ocazia unor lucrari efectuate la Calea Ferata Transcaspica. Aceste monede au fost depuse la Cabinetul Numismatic din Teheran si contin distihuri persane ce rezuma sau corecteaza anumite pasaje didn Anihilare. Roza originala s-a pierdut, de vreme ce manuscrisul gasit in 1899 si publicat nu fara usuratate de Morgenlandisches Archiv a fost declarat apcrif de catre Horn, iar apoi de catre Sir Percy Sykes. Faima occidentala a Profetului se datoreaza unui gures poem de Moore, impanat de efuziuni nostalgice si de suspine de conspirator irlandez.’ (pag. 83-84).

In continuarea aceleiasi biografii apare o cosmologie imaginara a carei materie sunt cuvintele, una dintre primele daca nu prima in opera lui Borges: ‘La inceputurile cosmogoniei lui Hakim se afla un Dumnezeu spectral. Aceasta divinitate este, in chip maret, lipsita de origine, de nume si de chip. Este un Dumnezeu imuabil, dar imaginea lui a proiectat noua umbre care, coborind din inaltimea lor la fapta, au inzestrat si prezidat intiiul cer. Din aceasta prima coroana demiurgica s-a infiripat o a doua, tot cu ingeri, cirmuitori si tronuri, iar acestia au zidit mai jos alt cer, care este duplicatul simetric al celui dintii. Acest al doilea conclav s-a vazut reprodus intr-un al treilea si acesta in altul inferior, si asa pina la al nous sute si nouazeci si noualea. Stapinaul cerului ultim este cel care cirmuieste – umbra a umbrelor altor umbre -, iar farima lui de divinitate tinde catre zero.’(pag. 90)

Ultimul sfert al volumui aduce o brusca schimbare de tonalitate cu povestirea la persoana intai intitulata ‘Omul de la coltul strazii rosietice’ un fel de balada a mortii unui raufacator de proportii mult mai putin malefice decat ceilalti eroi ai Istoriei infamiei. Finalul este o colectie de pilde, presupus doar adunate si traduse de autor, dar ca intotdeauna la Borges amestecul de documentar si fictiune este la fel de greu de separat ca si amestecul de realitate si fantastic. Si de fapt nici nu are vreo importanta.

 

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