‘We both Onetti’ – Online

A writer raw. No cosmetic. Unadorned. A defeated, toothless, gloomy man, the prelude to a corpse. Are not we all that, procrastination, rebellious or submissive, dust that perhaps someone deigns to transport, launch the wind, the sea, to deliver anything dropping a tear? A recumbent and some drunk old man who remembers the missing voice induced denied by a fixed camera, detained solely for his repeated gestures, layered protagonist on a corner of the cot, holding a glass of thick glass tinted with the color of whiskey doubt. Sing, sometimes even dares to suggest the hum of a tango that transports you to a place and a different time. His speech is as clear as that gloomy portrait that upsets beginning to take then digestible and familiar, as we knew it, we read and read about his inveterate ‘camitis’ , we saw in pictures, always in similar position, reluctant to give up the decisive abandonment, but we had never contemplated a long and fruitful dialogue from his comfortable retreat.

we are witnessing now, gawking at the famous meeting between Juan Carlos Onetti and Ramon Chao, scheduled many years ago on French television. Very different his interview with Joaquín Soler Serrano for ‘Focus’. Then appeared disguised as conventional inhabitant of this world that never quite admit, dressed in a black suit, consuming, yes, as now, one cigarette after another. The smoke of the butts, the smell of fire malt. We seem to be able to feel around us, because it’s all true as fate has given us, the man lying on his last and only home of recent years, the orphan tooth also accompanied him solo before the King himself Juan Carlos in ceremony Cervantes Prize.

Onetti, as feared. Onetti, so dear. A cadaveric head, poor greasy hair, full disengagement against any claims of decorum. Only the voice. Only the word. Only the true image of a lying man who covers his torso with a shirt and pajamas. Clear, direct, lucid, oblivious to political correctness. A man who still detracted beaten a few years of existence, any work done. Still find courage and skill to let us ‘When no value’, title much more than prophetic. The barking of a dog, the ‘Biche’ is heard, we also know the white poodle she adored, have come to the appointment with several references, not yet satisfied back to his books again and again, trying to find out about it, about this writer famous hermetic offered us neat, honest, as always was; but despite this, even despite knowing the written three days agreed to receive -’Un Onetti Chao possible result ‘, editorial Ronsol-, ultimately highly trusted friend, has a revealing documentary character. It is always so with Onetti.

It happens in each of the new approaches to his work, the conversations we have been able to keep his beloved Dorothea Mur, who evokes now times and stories never defunct ‘Dialogues with Dolly Onetti’ (Center Publishers), written by Claudio Perez and Raul Manrique. Onetti That we contemplate with fervent attention, whose death two decades have passed – ‘Onetti dies in bed’, could be read in the newspapers, with the hierarchy gave her figure still alive staring shamelessly target, the ‘lightning Magnesium ‘, he wrote in’ Goodbyes’, his most beloved work; among other things, also the story of decrepitude, the irreversibility of the last, is direct, forceful, clear picture, the creator who had admired known through written interviews, pictures and testimonies point outside. is there. It is him. He’s not dead. It will never die.