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FREE DOWNLOAD ✓ Cómo me hice monja ã ➳ [Reading] ➶ Cómo me hice monja By César Aira ➩ – A sinisterly funny modern day Through the Looking Glass that begins with cyanide poisoning and ends in strawberry ice creamMy story the story of 'how I became a nun' began very early in my life; I had A siniUnding autobiographical novel Intense and perfect this invented narrative of childhood experience bristles with dramatic humor at each stage of growing up a first ice cream school reading games friendship The novel begins in Aira's hometown Coronel Pringles As self awareness grows the story rushes forward in a torrent of anecdotes which transform a world of uneventful happiness into something else the anecdote becomes adventure and adventure fable and then legend Between memory and oblivion reality and fiction Cesar Aira's H. The Unhelpful Lingering Influence of Magic RealismThe first two chapters of this book are absolutely excruciating to read incredibly well managed funny weird tense well conceived and utterly bizarre The narrator is a boy but then again he might be a girl that's strange enough because the ambiguity is managed offhandedly someone refers to the protagonist as he and someone else as she The offhandedness of references to gender outdoes Yann Martel's recent attempt at similar insouciance The child is offered a strawberry ice cream It's a special treat because he or she has never had ice cream He or she nearly gags on it and Aira's description is intense and nauseating The father doubts his son or daughter argues angrily with her and then tastes the ice cream himself and realizes it's poison And then the father flies into a rage and kills the ice cream vendor After that very memorable start the book unravels or rather Aira relaxes into a seuence of set pieces that could have been independent short stories It's a Bildungsroman and you follow the little girl or boy through various adventures to an ending that aspires to be as willfully strange as the openingAira is a stupendously talented storyteller and I used to read everything of his that was translated My reasons for dropping off are in other reviews In this case the form is episodic for no clear reason and the eccentricities are artificially concocted I'd argue that the problem here is the lingering pernicious influence of magic realism This isn't magic realism because nothing is supernatural and it's programmatically unromantic and unsentimental But it's determinedly uirky and persistently exaggeratedly eccentric and those traits I think are leftovers echoes of the frissons and surrealist pleasures of magic realism Aira writes uickly and without revising and so his books are unusually uneven; given that working method magic realism isn't always a help He is sometimes engaging when his unexpected improvised changes of direction create things other than magic realist juxtapositions and detours


A sinisterly funny modern day Through the Looking Glass that begins with cyanide poisoning and ends in strawberry ice creamMy story the story of 'how I became a nun' began very Cómo me PDF or early in my life I had just turned six The beginning is marked by a vivid memory which I can reconstruct down to the last detail Before there is nothing and after everything is an extension of the same vivid memory continuous and unbroken including the intervals of sleep up to the point where I took the veil So starts Cesar Aira's asto. I was the sole keeper and mistress of the impossibleReality is the playground of the writer with memories and the artifacts of their past as the swings and slides for their games César Aira’s How I Became a Nun is a humorous jaunt through the life of a 6 year old boy—or girl—also named César Aira as she learns the magic of blending fact and fantasy to better understand the undercurrent of magic pulsing through plain reality Through a lonely pilgrimage of childhood César experiments with fiction in a preparation towards a life of being an author a sacred undertaking of servitude to Stories much like entering the Sisterhood of Nuns‘ Fiction and reality were fused at this point; my simulation was becoming real tinting all my lies with truth’As in Elizabeth Hardwick’s exuisite Sleepless Nights Aira blends biography though very limited with fiction to create a lush tale where the lines between reality and fantasy are not only blurred but become irrelevant The narrator of this story is César Aira but not necessarily the César Aira writing the story who is also not necessarily the same César Aira when he is not writing the story They share the same hometown of Coronel Pringles Argentina and enough subtle similarities to trick the reader into stepping dangerously toward an Intentional fallacy of assuming the author and narrator are one and the same but this is all for sport and elevates the playfulness of his often meta driven novels César the narrator often identifies as a girl though once as a boy in the opening chapter despite all the outsider characters referring to César as a boy This opens up an intrigue of gender identification and it could be inferred that César experienced an emasculation of sorts after the tragedy of the opening scene with his father However such an interpretation seems too concrete for a book with such playful transparency It does not matter which gender the narrator is and the novel works eually well if César is a son or daughter; in the art of fiction an author must be able to identify as many characters male or female and must do so convincingly for the story to be accepted into the soul of the reader César Aira presents both as a reminder that the author’s own gender identification must be pushed aside to fully immerse into the realm of the character‘ The transformation could go either way reality becoming delirium or dream but the real dream turned dreamlike in turn becoming the angel or reality’César the narrator experiments with blending fact and fiction throughout the novel preparing for a life as an author An important lesson is learned early on when sitting on a ledge above a prison in which his father is interned All the prisoners were my dad and I loved himnow I knew that love was much than that I had to become the guardian angel of all the desperate men to discover what love really was The author must watch their characters from an on high vantage point and truly love them all in order to understand them and make them work Later César spends hours in the bedroom imagining teaching a lesson to a classroom of student students based on hisher own classmates Students are imagined with learning difficulties such as dyslexia However ‘ I hadn’t invented disorders so much as systems of difficulty They weren’t destined to be cured but developed’ It is an act of creation developing problems not to solve them but to bring them to fruition as a believable aspect of the fictitious classroom Like a good author César learns to create individuals that also must serve as a universal idea ‘ they were nobody and they were everyone’ And through creating and teaching César also learns and watches ideas form as if on their own power Like an author César guides a story while simultaneously being guided by it How I Became a Nun is a wonderful little novel in which no Nuns are present Instead the nunhood is a vague metaphor for the calling of an author in which they must devote their lives to the name of art Like the ‘ voice of the radio within the radio’ in which the fictitious voice of God delivers a moral message at the end of a religious radio program the author must become the radio while also hearing ‘the radio within the radio’ that is the natural growth of the story being transmitted through them This is a fantastically humorous and brief book that manages to breathlessly juggle a wide reaching allegory many aspects of which I have left untouched here Literature is one of the closest things to magic we have in our world the sort of magic that dazzles the heart and imagination of a young child and Aira is a masterful purveyor into this magical world 355 My vision couldn’t be satisfied with what was visible it had to go rushing on beyond into the abyss


Cómo me hice monjaOw I Became a Nun retains childhood's main treasures the reality of fable and the delirium of inventionA few days after his fiftieth birthday Aira noticed the thin rim of the moon visible despite the rising sun When his wife explained the phenomenon to him he was shocked that for fifty years he had known nothing about something so obvious so visible This epiphany led him to write How I Became a Nun With a subtle and melancholic sense of humor he reflects on his failures on the meaning of life and the importance of literature. A boy no a girl no a boy childWritten as if the grown up self is remembering the events of his life at age 6 and trying not to filter it through the lens of realityA child's reality is different Dreams may be real Reality may seem dream like Dreams and reality may be the same The experience is the reality whether it is felt in conventional consciousness or altered statesMemories are distorted incomplete and fleeting They are warped by dreams and dreams are warped by memoriesAll culminating in a Grimm like ending