Tuesday, October 18, 2005
Bedding Like Urban Outfitters?
Ondina, by Rackham.
The page is called that because long ago, when I moved to Barcelona , I started writing a novel under that title. It was about reuniting with the city (born here) and the way in which places, objects or odors awaken dormant memories. The novel will never be written, It has produced though other possible books that maybe if you come to write. Also because the memory , memories and recovery mechanisms, I am very interested in the scientific sense and essayist, and because the memories and biographies , ie what people write about themselves or about other are one of my favorite readings.
The tides of has to do with the waves that sometimes form memories when you assault (as the memories come into consciousness as objects brought in by the undertow) and my fascination Tues (as Serrat I too was born in the Mediterranean), one of the reasons which weighed when making the decision to leave Madrid (which, unfortunately, has no sea, and that despite the affection that I have and how often I go back, I do not regret having left).
Lo Ondina, water nymph, has much to do with it and fascination with reading the little book of the same name, authored by Friedrich de la Motte Fouque, aroused in me when I discovered. In a very curious when I was about 16 years, I had a boyfriend charlatan, but very entertaining, who liked to tell stories, and a meeting friends told us the story of Undine, the nymph who gave up immortality for the love of a human ... I'm not telling because I will not spoil the story for those who decide to read it (which I highly recommend). Fascinated by the story I sought, unsuccessfully, an edition of the book, until the best man at my brother (who had attended a family conversation in which I mentioned my unsuccessful search) gave me his copy, and used, and in a cheap edition pocket without illustrations. Despite the modesty of this, is one of the best gifts I've ever received (although I think he never knew how much I appreciated his gesture.) Read history hitherto known only in a large but short oral version, and still liked me. Over time, it has become a sort of book-fetish.
Those who may be interested in reading it, know that is a very romantic and sad story that ends badly. On the other hand is very brief and easy to read. (Some years later, made a carefully Olañeta beautiful illustrated edition, which also bought). Interestingly, I've read Ondina many times and yet I've never tried to read something else of the author (perhaps, without knowing it, lest the rest of his disappoint me?), a gap that at this time I intend to run the risk of refilling.
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