With last week’s post about Bellatín’s prostheses, I was finally piqued enough to put down the other books I’m engaged with and read through Beauty Salon’s 63 pages.
The most striking thing to me about this book is the voice, which is completely detached from any external reality. This is of course notable, since the book is narrated by a person who presides over terminally ill people in their final days on Earth.
Reading Beauty Salon, it takes a little while to get over the implicit assumption that the Terminal (as the Beauty . . . continue reading, and add your comments
Last week I linked to a NYT profile of Mexican novelist Mario Bellatin that made him sound a wee bit eccentric. You know, inventing fake authors to present at conferences, narrating Yukio Mishima's severed head. That kind of stuff.
Although now I see that the NYT gave us the censored version:
Mario Bellatin, an experimental Mexican novelist, was recently profiled by The New York Times. The profile’s headline calls him “mischievous,”and mentions that Bellatin, who’s missing much of his right arm, often wears a prosthesis “with an attachment, chosen from his collection of more . . . continue reading, and add your comments
Beauty Salon by Mario Bellatin was published on July 1 from City Lights books.
I mentioned the author and book last week here.
An excerpt from the book can be read here in the NYT.
Everything seemed to be going well in the two aquariums that still had life in them until one day fungus appeared on some angelfish that had survived from the early, better days. At first there were only some small clouds growing on their backs. Fish look strange in such conditions. Their color becomes blurred by a . . . continue reading, and add your comments