{"id":6006,"date":"2025-12-07T00:55:56","date_gmt":"2025-12-06T23:55:56","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/lascriticas.com\/?p=6006"},"modified":"2025-12-07T01:02:55","modified_gmt":"2025-12-07T00:02:55","slug":"me-gustan-los-atardeceres-tristes-de-carmen-olle","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lascriticas.com\/index.php\/2025\/12\/07\/me-gustan-los-atardeceres-tristes-de-carmen-olle\/","title":{"rendered":"Me gustan los atardeceres tristes, de Carmen Oll\u00e9"},"content":{"rendered":"

Me gustan los atardeceres <\/span><\/span>tristes, de<\/span><\/span> Carmen<\/span><\/span> Oll\u00e9<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/h1>\n

\u00bfC\u00f3mo abordar un libro donde desde el principio la autora declara haberlo escrito <\/span><\/span>sin rumbo<\/span><\/span>?<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

El l<\/span><\/span>ibro <\/span><\/span>anterior, <\/span><\/span>Destino: vagabunda<\/span><\/span><\/em><\/strong>\u00a0nos habr\u00eda podido <\/span><\/span>dar un <\/span><\/span>a<\/span><\/span>vant-<\/span><\/span>go\u00fbt<\/span><\/span> (un anticipo) <\/span><\/span>del actual<\/span><\/span>,<\/span><\/span> dado que<\/span><\/span> ambos <\/span><\/span>junta<\/span><\/span>n<\/span><\/span> recuerdos, referencias literarias, <\/span><\/span>art\u00edculos, testimonios, ensayos, <\/span><\/span>fragmentos de <\/span><\/span>la<\/span><\/span> obra de la <\/span><\/span>propia <\/span><\/span>autora<\/span><\/span>, <\/span><\/span>as\u00ed como <\/span><\/span>reflexiones sobre su evoluci\u00f3n literaria, <\/span><\/span>en un<\/span><\/span> entramado <\/span><\/span>h\u00edbrido <\/span><\/span>muy a la <\/span><\/span>C<\/span><\/span>armen<\/span><\/span> O<\/span><\/span>ll\u00e9<\/span><\/span><\/strong>.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Pero <\/span><\/span>la <\/span><\/span>originalidad de <\/span><\/span>Me gustan los atardeceres tristes <\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/em>es que <\/span><\/span>se ci\u00f1e <\/span><\/span>a<\/span><\/span> un<\/span><\/span> solo <\/span><\/span>tema<\/span><\/span>,<\/span><\/span> la muerte<\/span><\/span> y <\/span><\/span>que<\/span><\/span>,<\/span><\/span>luego de abrir la narraci\u00f3n con<\/span><\/span> la<\/span><\/span> muerte <\/span><\/span>de una ni\u00f1a<\/span><\/span>, se <\/span><\/span>extiende <\/span><\/span>a<\/span><\/span> No una sino muchas muertes, <\/span><\/span>re<\/span><\/span>cordando a <\/span><\/span>Enrique <\/span><\/span>Congrains<\/span><\/span><\/strong>, muertes <\/span><\/span>de personas conocidas y desconocidas, reales <\/span><\/span>y<\/span><\/span> literarias.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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\u00bf<\/span><\/span>Sin rumbo<\/span><\/span>, entonces? <\/span><\/span>Quiz\u00e1s si entendemos <\/span><\/span>como<\/span><\/span> \u201c<\/span><\/span>rumbo<\/span><\/span>\u201d<\/span><\/span> la construcci\u00f3n previa del discurso literario.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Pero escribir memorias es contar sin <\/span><\/span>la <\/span><\/span>tendencia de la mente a funcionar <\/span><\/span>en piloto autom\u00e1tico, <\/span><\/span>con asociaciones de ideas<\/span><\/span>, <\/span><\/span>con <\/span><\/span>aparente <\/span><\/span>discontinuidad<\/span><\/span> y <\/span><\/span>fragmentaci\u00f3n<\/span><\/span>,<\/span><\/span> cuando en realidad <\/span><\/span>el <\/span><\/span>hilo <\/span><\/span>sigue su curso<\/span><\/span> y <\/span><\/span>se ramifica<\/span><\/span> en una <\/span><\/span>construcci\u00f3n muy parecida a la de una tela de ara\u00f1a. <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

\u00bfC\u00f3mo teje su tela la ara\u00f1a? \u00a0Primero libera desde su abdomen un hilo pegajoso a partir del cual, desde este centro, teje hilos radiales hacia afuera. <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Y luego de sujetar la tela a un objeto, una esquina o una rama, <\/span><\/span>esta <\/span><\/span>ins\u00f3lita <\/span><\/span>arquitecta<\/span><\/span> elabora una espiral de contorno para unir los hilos radiales. <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Y va y viene, soltando m\u00e1s y m\u00e1s hilos que, por m\u00e1s alejados que est\u00e9n<\/span><\/span> del centro<\/span><\/span>, siguen todos unidos <\/span><\/span>a \u00e9l y <\/span><\/span>entre s\u00ed. <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Y as\u00ed funciona <\/span><\/span>Me gustan los atardeceres tristes<\/span><\/span><\/em>. <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

La muerte<\/span><\/span> es <\/span><\/span>aquel centro<\/span><\/span> pegajoso <\/span><\/span>que <\/span><\/span>Carmen Oll\u00e9 <\/span><\/span>no soltar\u00e1 en ning\u00fan momento <\/span><\/span>ampl<\/span><\/span>i\u00e1ndolo <\/span><\/span>con<\/span><\/span> art\u00edculos, <\/span><\/span>recuerdos, correos<\/span><\/span> personales<\/span><\/span>, <\/span><\/span>escenarios geogr\u00e1ficos<\/span><\/span> o<\/span><\/span> hist\u00f3ricos, fragmentos de <\/span><\/span>obras<\/span><\/span> suyas y ajenas, <\/span><\/span>con los que dialoga, reflexiona<\/span><\/span>, <\/span><\/span>en <\/span><\/span>esta estrecha relaci\u00f3n entre lo personal y lo literario que<\/span><\/span>,<\/span><\/span> para Carmen, <\/span><\/span>viene a ser <\/span><\/span>lo mismo<\/span><\/span>.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Y <\/span><\/span>ella, <\/span><\/span>como la ara\u00f1a, hilvana, va tejiendo su hilo narrativo<\/span><\/span> pasando <\/span><\/span>de vivencias personales<\/span><\/span> a<\/span><\/span> muertes reales <\/span><\/span>y<\/span><\/span> literarias<\/span><\/span>, <\/span><\/span>en un recorrido<\/span><\/span> polif\u00f3nico <\/span><\/span>art\u00edsticamente <\/span><\/span>necrol\u00f3gico, <\/span><\/span>que la lleva a reflexionar: <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

– <\/span>sobre <\/span><\/span>personas <\/span><\/span>a las que conoci\u00f3 <\/span><\/span>y que murieron <\/span><\/span>antes de tiempo<\/span><\/span> (<\/span><\/span>en su <\/span><\/span>mayor\u00eda mujeres), <\/span><\/span>sea por enfermedad<\/span><\/span>(su amiga la escritora Pilar <\/span><\/span>D<\/span><\/span>ug<\/span><\/span>h<\/span><\/span>i<\/span><\/span>)<\/span><\/span>, sea por suicidio<\/span><\/span> (una ex amiga de colegio<\/span><\/span>,<\/span><\/span> Ada <\/span><\/span>Deb<\/span><\/span>e<\/span><\/span>rnardis<\/span><\/span>;<\/span><\/span> Beto el hijo <\/span><\/span>de<\/span><\/span> una <\/span><\/span>alumna<\/span><\/span> suya<\/span><\/span>)<\/span><\/span>, <\/span><\/span>sea por accidente<\/span><\/span>: \u00a0<\/span><\/span>el ahogamien<\/span><\/span>t<\/span><\/span>o de <\/span><\/span>Pamela de 15 a\u00f1os que <\/span><\/span>se convierte en el alfa<\/span><\/span> de <\/span><\/span>la narraci\u00f3n<\/span><\/span>, <\/span><\/span>pues con <\/span><\/span>ella empieza el libro<\/span><\/span> y hacia ella regresa siempre<\/span><\/span>. <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
– <\/span>Reflexiona <\/span><\/span>tambi\u00e9n <\/span><\/span>sobre un desconocido -un joven chino que se suicida al ser rechazado por sus padres- <\/span><\/span>de cuya muerte <\/span><\/span>se entera por el peri\u00f3dico<\/span><\/span>.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
– <\/span>Y <\/span><\/span>reflexiona <\/span><\/span>s<\/span><\/span>obre <\/span><\/span>muertes relacionadas con la literatura: las de protagonistas sujetos de biograf\u00eda (caso de \u00ab<\/span><\/span>Dora <\/span><\/span>Bruder\u00bb<\/span><\/span> de Patrick <\/span><\/span>Modiano<\/span><\/span>), <\/span><\/span>las de <\/span><\/span>p<\/span><\/span>ersonajes de ficci\u00f3n (<\/span><\/span>Zilphia<\/span><\/span> del cuento \u00ab<\/span><\/span>Miss <\/span><\/span>Zilphia<\/span><\/span> Gant\u00bb<\/span><\/span> de William Faulkner, \u00ab<\/span><\/span>Se\u00f1orita <\/span><\/span>Farris\u00bb<\/span><\/span> de Alice Munro, Mina de <\/span><\/span>Dr\u00e1cula<\/span><\/span><\/em> de Bram <\/span><\/span>Stoker<\/span><\/span>), o <\/span><\/span>las <\/span><\/span>de <\/span><\/span>autoras y <\/span><\/span>autores \u00a0(<\/span><\/span>Silvia Plath, Emily Dickinson, Irene <\/span><\/span>Nemirovski<\/span><\/span>, Romain Gary, Sarah Kane) <\/span><\/span>etc<\/span><\/span>\u2026<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n

M<\/span><\/span>uertes que seg\u00fan dice \u201c<\/span><\/span>fustigan su memoria\u201d <\/span><\/span>y marcan el rumbo de <\/span><\/span>sus <\/span><\/span>reflexiones<\/span><\/span>. <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Volviendo a <\/span><\/span>nuestra tela de ara\u00f1a, e<\/span><\/span>l<\/span><\/span> punto de partida<\/span><\/span> es <\/span><\/span>la <\/span><\/span>muerte <\/span><\/span>por ahogamiento <\/span><\/span>de <\/span><\/span>Pamela, <\/span><\/span>una <\/span><\/span>adolescente <\/span><\/span>de 15 a\u00f1os, <\/span><\/span>conocida por la autora, <\/span><\/span>muerte <\/span><\/span>que <\/span><\/span>va pegada<\/span><\/span> al recuerdo de Pilar <\/strong><\/span><\/span>Dug<\/span><\/span>h<\/span><\/span>i<\/span><\/span><\/strong>, <\/span><\/span>para <\/span><\/span>luego <\/span><\/span>pegarse <\/span><\/span>a lo literario<\/span><\/span> en una multi<\/span><\/span>p<\/span><\/span>licidad <\/span><\/span>de<\/span><\/span> hilos radiales <\/span><\/span>que cuentan otras muertes.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Y <\/span><\/span>de <\/span><\/span>esos hilos radiales, <\/span><\/span>parten l<\/span><\/span>os hilos <\/span><\/span>de<\/span><\/span> espiral que <\/span><\/span>colocan<\/span><\/span> l<\/span><\/span>as muertes <\/span><\/span>en sus contextos<\/span><\/span> tanto geogr\u00e1ficos como hist\u00f3ricos. <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

La muerte accidental de Pamela ahogada en la playa la Chira lleva a<\/span><\/span> una espiral de <\/span><\/span>playas, tanto la de la Herradura adonde su madre la llevaba con sus hermanos en verano, como las playas <\/span><\/span>de <\/span><\/span>espacios literarios: la de Pucusana, la de Punta Negra, <\/span><\/span>la <\/span><\/span>de Punta Sal en el norte, con sus respectivos autores: Mariella Sala, Carlos Calder\u00f3n Fajardo, Julio Ram\u00f3n Ribeyro, Pilar <\/span><\/span>Dug<\/span><\/span>h<\/span><\/span>i<\/span><\/span>, <\/span><\/span>todas<\/span><\/span> asociadas <\/span><\/span>a contextos sociales,<\/span><\/span> pues<\/span><\/span> no es lo mismo la playa de Agua dulce que la del <\/span><\/span>Club <\/span><\/span>Regatas<\/span><\/span>. <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Desde las primeras l\u00edneas, al mencionar el ahogamiento de Pamela, C<\/span><\/span>armen<\/span><\/span> Oll\u00e9 pregunta \u00bf<\/span><\/span>Qu\u00e9 significa la muerte? <\/span><\/span>Y, sobre todo, en qu\u00e9 consiste el acto de morir?<\/span><\/span> \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Interpela <\/span><\/span>la<\/span><\/span> necesidad de entender la muerte<\/span><\/span>, de <\/span><\/span>domesticar esas muertes ocurridas en la soledad <\/span><\/span>buscando el detalle que <\/span><\/span>permitir\u00eda <\/span><\/span>acercarse<\/span><\/span> lo m\u00e1s posible a quienes fallecieron<\/span><\/span>: <\/span><\/span>\u201c<\/span><\/span>Lo peor es olvidarse de los detalles<\/span><\/span>, por <\/span><\/span>ejemplo<\/span><\/span> el timbre de la voz, la marca de una colonia<\/span><\/span>\u201d<\/span><\/span>. <\/span><\/span>Y hablando de su amiga de colegio Ada, dice \u201c<\/span><\/span>tal vez si hago 1 esfuerzo consiga evocar la sensaci\u00f3n que o\u00edrla me provocaba\u201d.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

A<\/span><\/span> falta de detalle<\/span><\/span>, queda <\/span><\/span>imaginar <\/span><\/span>lo <\/span><\/span>desconocido<\/span><\/span>, <\/span><\/span>lo <\/span><\/span>que sintieron, <\/span><\/span>el clima de aquel d\u00eda, <\/span><\/span>tal como <\/span><\/span>lo <\/span><\/span>hace Patrick <\/span><\/span>Modiano<\/span><\/span> en su novela <\/span><\/span>tanto biogr\u00e1fica como <\/span><\/span>autobiogr\u00e1fica <\/span><\/span>Dora <\/span><\/span>Bruder<\/span><\/span><\/em>,<\/span><\/span> al investigar <\/span><\/span>sobre <\/span><\/span>Dora, una adolescente jud\u00eda de 15 a\u00f1os, desapareci<\/span><\/span>da<\/span><\/span> en 1941, en una Francia ocupada por los nazis.<\/span><\/span> Y <\/span><\/span>de la misma manera que <\/span><\/span>Modiano<\/span><\/span> se pregunta<\/span><\/span> por <\/span><\/span>el <\/span><\/span>tiempo el <\/span><\/span>d\u00eda <\/span><\/span>de<\/span><\/span> la fuga <\/span><\/span>de<\/span><\/span> Dora,<\/span><\/span> C<\/span><\/span>armen <\/span><\/span>Oll\u00e9 declara<\/span><\/span> \u201c<\/span><\/span>Yo misma me he preguntado sobre el tiempo que hizo el d\u00eda en que Pamela se ahog\u00f3<\/span><\/span>\u201d<\/span><\/span>. <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Tambi\u00e9n se plante\u00f3 la pregunta <\/span><\/span>la escritora Irene <\/span><\/span>Nemirovsky<\/span><\/span>, tambi\u00e9n jud\u00eda, tambi\u00e9n muerta en deportaci\u00f3n como Dora, al imaginar <\/span><\/span>en su novela <\/span><\/span>Nieve en oto\u00f1o<\/span><\/span><\/em>, la muerte por ahogamiento <\/span><\/span>en el r\u00edo Sena <\/span><\/span>de su <\/span><\/span>vieja <\/span><\/span>n<\/span><\/span>i<\/span><\/span>\u00f1era<\/span><\/span>.<\/span><\/span> \u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

E<\/span><\/span>ntrar en detalles<\/span><\/span> c<\/span><\/span>oncretiza <\/span><\/span>los <\/span><\/span>momentos previos e incluso el instante <\/span><\/span>mismo <\/span><\/span>de la muerte<\/span><\/span> y<\/span><\/span> facilita entrar en <\/span><\/span>conexi\u00f3n <\/span><\/span>y empat\u00eda <\/span><\/span>con las <\/span><\/span>personas <\/span><\/span>mencionadas<\/span><\/span>. <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

En <\/span><\/span>Me gustan los atardeceres tristes<\/span><\/span><\/em>, Carmen Oll\u00e9 <\/span><\/span>humaniza <\/span><\/span>la muerte<\/span><\/span>, <\/span><\/span>le resta dramatismo <\/span><\/span>incorporando an\u00e9cdotas al punto de que aparezca como un suceso m\u00e1s<\/span><\/span>. <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Por haberl<\/span><\/span>o<\/span><\/span> experimentado, <\/span><\/span>sabe del vac\u00edo de la p\u00e9rdida<\/span><\/span>, de los <\/span><\/span>recuerdos <\/span><\/span>que <\/span><\/span>nos confrontan a nosotros mismos y <\/span><\/span>a <\/span><\/span>c\u00f3mo <\/span><\/span>reacci<\/span><\/span>onamos<\/span><\/span> frente a la <\/span><\/span>enfermedad y <\/span><\/span>p\u00e9rdida de <\/span><\/span>seres cercanos<\/span><\/span>. <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Inherente al tema central, y habiendo ya fallecido los progenitores, <\/span><\/span>la autora <\/span><\/span>aborda tambi\u00e9n el tema \u00e1lgido de las relaciones padres \/ hijos<\/span><\/span> en sus <\/span><\/span>correos<\/span><\/span> con Pilar <\/span><\/span>Dug<\/span><\/span>h<\/span><\/span>i<\/span><\/span> y <\/span><\/span>al hacer <\/span><\/span>el recuento de <\/span><\/span>la corta infancia de Pamela<\/span><\/span>.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Pero <\/span><\/span>por m\u00e1s que <\/span><\/span>su reflexi\u00f3n <\/span><\/span>enfoque <\/span><\/span>sucesos personales<\/span><\/span>, familiares, amorosos<\/span><\/span> reales o so\u00f1ados <\/span><\/span>(<\/span><\/span>estos<\/span><\/span>\u00faltimos s<\/span><\/span>iem<\/span><\/span>pre <\/span><\/span>fallidos<\/span><\/span>)<\/span><\/span>, <\/span><\/span>termina <\/span><\/span>des<\/span><\/span>e<\/span><\/span>mboca<\/span><\/span>ndo inevitablemente <\/span><\/span>en la liter<\/span><\/span>a<\/span><\/span>tura. <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

S<\/span><\/span>on muchas las muertes <\/span><\/span>propias de la literatura rom\u00e1ntica<\/span><\/span>,<\/span><\/span> mayormente por suicidio. B<\/span><\/span>asta con <\/span><\/span>mencionar a <\/span><\/span>Emma Bovary, Ana Karenina<\/span><\/span>, <\/span><\/span>etc<\/span><\/span>\u2026<\/span><\/span>), <\/span><\/span>as\u00ed como <\/span><\/span>la<\/span><\/span>s<\/span><\/span>muertes posteriores <\/span><\/span>de autores<\/span><\/span>: <\/span><\/span>Sylvia Plath, Romain Gary, <\/span><\/span>Alejandra Pizarnik, Alfonsina Storni, Hemingway, Virginia Woolf<\/span><\/span>; y la<\/span><\/span>s<\/span><\/span> muertes <\/span><\/span>precoces <\/span><\/span>de seres geniales <\/span><\/span>desarraigados y marginales <\/span><\/span>como <\/span><\/span>Modigliani o <\/span><\/span>Arthur Rimbaud <\/span><\/span>que ejerce sobre <\/span><\/span>C<\/span><\/span>armen una fascinaci\u00f3n especial al punto <\/span><\/span>de<\/span><\/span> concluir<\/span><\/span> el libro con el <\/span><\/span>bell\u00edsimo <\/span><\/span>poema \u201c<\/span><\/span>Le <\/span><\/span>dormeur<\/span><\/span> du val\u201d (El durmiente del valle)<\/span><\/span>.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

En ese fluir constante entre muertes reales y muertes literarias aparece el tema del mal. <\/span><\/span>\u00bfQu\u00e9 es el mal para nosotros?<\/span><\/span> pregunta Carmen. <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

El mal<\/span><\/span>,<\/span><\/span> inspir<\/span><\/span>aci\u00f3n<\/span><\/span> de <\/span><\/span>obras literarias en siglos pasados, especialmente <\/span><\/span>el XIX<\/span><\/span>, con <\/span><\/span>La piel <\/span><\/span>de<\/span><\/span> Zapa<\/span><\/span><\/em> de Balzac, <\/span><\/span>El retrato de <\/span><\/span>Dori\u00e1n<\/span><\/span> Grey<\/span><\/span><\/em> de <\/span><\/span>Wilde<\/span><\/span>, el <\/span><\/span>Fausto <\/span><\/span><\/em>de Goethe, <\/span><\/span>pierde en el <\/span><\/span>siglo XX su car\u00e1cter m\u00edtico y <\/span><\/span>cobra cuerpo con <\/span><\/span>los totalitarismos y el <\/span><\/span>nazismo. <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

L<\/span><\/span>a referencia al libro de <\/span><\/span>Modiano<\/span><\/span> y <\/span><\/span>el paralelismo entre Pamela y Dora <\/span><\/span>lleva a Carmen Oll\u00e9 a <\/span><\/span>recordar <\/span><\/span>a escritores v\u00edctimas <\/span><\/span>de la <\/span><\/span>ocupaci\u00f3n<\/span><\/span> nazi<\/span><\/span>:<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

– <\/span>la escritora Irene <\/span><\/span>Nemirovsky<\/span><\/span> que, igual que Dora <\/span><\/span>Bruder <\/span><\/span>muere en campo de concentraci\u00f3n; <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
– <\/span>Walter Benjam\u00edn que se suicida camino al exilio<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
– <\/span>a<\/span><\/span>s\u00ed como <\/span><\/span>a <\/span><\/span>los que <\/span><\/span>sobrevivieron a un holocausto <\/span><\/span>grabado en su <\/span><\/span>piel<\/span><\/span>: <\/span><\/span>entre otros <\/span><\/span>Joseph Roth e <\/span><\/span>Imr\u00e9 <\/span><\/span>Kertesz<\/span><\/span> escritor h\u00fangaro, preso en Auschwitz. <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n

En <\/span><\/span>Destino: vagabunda<\/span><\/span><\/em> Carmen <\/span><\/span>confiesa que <\/span><\/span>de joven ten\u00eda<\/span><\/span> mucho <\/span><\/span>miedo a morir<\/span><\/span>. <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

No s\u00e9 <\/span><\/span>si <\/span><\/span>logr\u00f3 exorcizar <\/span><\/span>su<\/span><\/span> miedo con<\/span><\/span> Me gustan los atardeceres tristes<\/span><\/span><\/em>,<\/span><\/span> pero <\/span><\/span>su<\/span><\/span> manera no convencional de <\/span><\/span>hablar de la muerte<\/span><\/span>, como si, misma Alicia en un mundo sin maravillas, quisiera pasar del otro lado del espejo para acercarse a <\/span><\/span>tantos <\/span><\/span>fallecidos<\/span><\/span>, <\/span><\/span>es <\/span><\/span>una manera de devolverles <\/span><\/span>vida<\/span><\/span> porque <\/span><\/span>mientras se hable de los muertos, no mueren del todo.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

M<\/span><\/span>arguerite Yourcenar <\/span><\/span>dijo: <\/span><\/span>Uno solo muere cuando est\u00e1 solo<\/span><\/span>. <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Por ello, a<\/span><\/span>l recordarlos<\/span><\/span> y juntarlos <\/span><\/span>en <\/span><\/span>este<\/span><\/span> libro lleno de sensibilidad y agudeza literaria, Carmen Oll\u00e9 <\/span><\/span>le<\/span><\/span>s<\/span><\/span> da <\/span><\/span>una <\/span><\/span>segunda<\/span><\/span> vida a <\/span><\/span>Pilar <\/span><\/span>Dug<\/span><\/span>h<\/span><\/span>i<\/span><\/span>, <\/span><\/span>a <\/span><\/span>Pamela, <\/span><\/span>a <\/span><\/span>Ada, <\/span><\/span>a <\/span><\/span>Beto<\/span><\/span>, <\/span><\/span>a <\/span><\/span>Dora<\/span><\/span> Bruder<\/span><\/span>, <\/span><\/span>a <\/span><\/span>Irene <\/span><\/span>Nemirovsky<\/span><\/span> y <\/span><\/span>a <\/span><\/span>tantos otros<\/span><\/span>.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Oll\u00e9, Carmen. Me gustan los atardeceres tristes<\/em>. Peisa, 2025.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

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Carmen Oll\u00e9, <\/strong>narradora y poeta, autora de una obra rica y potente,\u00a0es una de las voces narrativas y po\u00e9ticas m\u00e1s importantes del Per\u00fa.<\/span><\/p>\n

Acerca de Christiane F\u00e9lip-Vidal<\/span><\/strong><\/a><\/p>\n

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