A little Christmas gift

As I said before, I totally admire Mr. Dickens work, mainly because of the way he used words, but also because he found a way to live off writing and create amazing pieces at the same time. While looking into A Christmas Carol history, to post it here, I came across this words by Dickens refering to his novel:

“I HAVE endeavoured in this Ghostly little book, to raise the Ghost of an Idea, which shall not put my readers out of humour with themselves, with each other, with the season, or with me. May it haunt their house pleasantly, and no one wish to lay it.
Their faithful Friend and Servant, C. D. December, 1843.”

It’s hard to believe it’s being this long since the novel was first written and how it’s become a tradition for the holiday season. I totally love the idea of the ghosts visiting Mt. Scrooge to make him see what’s his live has been, what’s like in the present and how it might be in the future. But what really takes my breath away’s the begining of it the story: “Marley was dead: to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that”.
I’ve read it dozens of times and I still wonder, how on earth could Dickens come up with this begining? I guess I’ll neve know, but at the same time I’ll always have the chance to imagine once and again how it could’ve been. And while I’m doing that, Merry Christmas to you all out there!

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The best of times

Text and Photo by Nora Vasconcelos

And now that I’m talking about the good Mr. Charles Dickens, I have to say that what I like about him so much it’s the way he used the words to creat complete scenes with very detailed and lively characters, placed in towns that are so well describe that the readers are almost able to wander around their streets and chat with the characters. Dickens also has what’s for me the most amazing begining for a novel, in his Tale of two cities… “it was the best of times, it was the worst of times”. I got so amazed while reading that novel that I couldn’t stop until I got to the end of it. I love too A Christmas carol, and now that’s Christmas time, it’s a wonderful time to go back to it.

Silent time

Long long time since I had the chance to come back here. But I’ve come back! During this silent time I finally got to the end of Final Theory, I liked the novel a lot, although the last two chapters were kind of just ok for me, may be because they came after a very fast paced plot where it was really impossible to guess what it would happen next, and in the end everything works all right… but after I few minutes thinking about it, I came to the conclusion that it was kind of hard to end the story any other way. I’m really glad I came across this book by Mark Alpert. Now, my new literary adventure lands on The Last Dickens, by Matthew Pearl. I’m just in page 14 but this is the kind of book I just can’t put down, not only because of the way it’s written but also because I’m a big fan of Mr. Charles Dickens, and the story happens in Boston, city which I like so much. So I have this vivid images in my mind of all the streets and places that are mentioned in the story. Can’t wait to come back to it. Happy reading!

The story of Mauritius

And now that I’m talking about my good friend Pov, who illustrated my children’s book, I totally want to recognize another fantastic job he’s done with another book. The title: The story of Mauritius as told to my grandchildren.
The book, written by Jean Claude de l’Estrac goes along with Pov’s magnificent drawings to let people now, kids and grown ups, discover the history of the Mauritus Island as if we were in an interactive museum in which it’s possible to see and imagine all what happened throughout the years in that place.
Full of color, images and short lines, there’s no way you can put down the book until you get until the last page. I really really enjoyed it!

Small fantasies

Cover designed by POV
Pequeñas Fantasías by Nora Vasconcelos
Ok, here’s another break from Indina Philosophy, just to talk a bit about my very own book, it’s a collection of short stories, written all in Spanish, it’s called Pequeñas Fantasías (Small Fantasies). The book is all full of stories in which animals experience all sort of troubles and dilemmas, leaving in a world full of fantasy.
I grew up while writing this stories, which I completed during my school time, even though publishing the book took me a long while.
Then one good day, I met a fantastic artist form Madagascar, Pov, who was kind enough to draw the awesome pictures that go with each one of my stories.
In the end, my book ended up becoming and international book full of stories behind the stories. Lucky me!

The true nature of reality

Throughout the history of India, there have been different stages in which religion and the way of thinking have changend or evolved. Among all this changes this is what I’ve learned so far from my short introduction to Indian philosopy.
Through meditation (a deep dig inside of our mind and soul) we can seek for the true nature of reality (what’s really happening around us), the true nature of ourselves (who we really are) and the relationship between us and the cosmos (what happen to us affect the whole composition of the universe and the other way around).
This insight will allow us to have a clearer perspective of our surroundings and what happens around us and our lives, who we really are and how we react to the different events in our lives, and how this reactions relate to the surroundings.

For a relaxing afternoon

I owe you more comments about Final Theory (getting closer and closer to the end) and Indian Philosophy. A very short introduction. But until the time comes for that, I just wanted to add a short post on a magnificent book by the Spanish writer Miguel De Unamuno. Don Miguel, the good Miguel wrote a plot which even himself couldn’t decide if it was a short story or a novel, so he decided that it was a a “short story-el”, coming from Spanish it’s hard to translat it properly, but it’s supposed to be a mixture between a the story and the novel. The result? A superb piece of literature called Mist in which every thing starts as a regular story for a Sunday afternoon in which the main character falls in love and ends up facing his destiny when he discovers that he’s life is not his, but a piece of work from the author himself. Challenging he’s destiny, the poor guy takes a train to face his creator (Unamuno) and demand for an explanation and a solution for his love troubles. The end… I won’t spoil it for you. Definitely a book to read during a relaxing afternoon.