The doubly absent Camila Cañeque | Culture | EUROtoday

What occurred to Typon, that good friend from his youth who fled to Martinique, the place he arrange a stationery retailer in a city the place nobody wrote, besides him, who went bankrupt consuming his personal merchandise?

Where did this good friend ruined by his personal books go? It was final seen in Kyoto on the finish of the final century, subsequent to one of many symbolic gates of Shintoism. And since there was not a single clue as to his whereabouts, I nonetheless at present sublimate that excessive consumerist gesture with which Typon took capitalism to its last logical consequence: if the system calls for infinite progress and consumption, the last word vacation spot is business cannibalism.

The reality is that, a couple of minutes in the past, studying Adsby Camila Cañeque, I assumed I noticed Typon ambushed within the pages of the e-book, as if his reminiscence remained alive in them, as if he had been fully captured by Cañeque’s hypnotic world through which the tip of issues transforms absence and inaction into an artwork type.

Absence, taciturnity, exhaustion of speeches, punctuate the type that’s displayed in Camila Cañeque’s two books. And if I say two it’s as a result of, printed by La Uña Rota, it has simply appeared Adsa wierd manuscript discovered within the author’s private archives and which, apparently, was in-built parallel to The final sentencethe admired e-book by Cañeque that we believed was posthumous and distinctive.

By Ads I transfer ahead with pleasure—maybe as a result of I by no means thought that parallel e-book existed—and I proceed studying and being shocked by its spectacle of a life relayed by a sure Don, a easy Don, who monologues earlier than an at all times mute listener and who from the start has declared herself the creator of the e-book.

Be very cautious with this Don. We will do effectively to not get confused and imagine that it’s Don Quixote, or Don Giovanni, or Don Trump, however quite a Mr. Nobody expelled from in every single place and who’s clearly misplaced in a century that’s not his. It looks as if he is been kicked out of all of the bars and his monologue is recorded by a surveillance digicam in entrance of him.

It is a monologue very best to be carried out on a theatrical stage through which Don wouldn’t cease talking, and she or he would stay silent, and a secret methodology could be imposed: collaborating with out intervening. The radical exploration of language and the no much less radical inventive disobedience that marks the type of Ads – thus titled due to the business backdrop through which at present all algorithms delimit the horizon – leads me to suppose that the work would match completely with the world and the large expertise of the author and performer Angelica Liddell. I would not be shocked to see her, who appears so near the world of Camila Cañeque, sooner or later grow to be a runaway Don, an infinite theatrical monologue about absence, to not point out endings and the exhaustion of speeches.