Chejfec or uncertainty | Culture | EUROtoday

It occurs with Sergio Chejfec (Buenos Aires, 1956 – New York, 2022) that in latest instances, as some had already predicted, the notion of the excellence of his writing will increase. What is going on to him is what, in relation to the Latin American Boom, has been taking place to Julio Ramón Ribeyro, who from a marginal author (blamed partly by his personal “failure”) is reaching a central place, first via the successive reissues of his every day important The temptation of failure and, in latest weeks, for the reissue of his brief story, the place he shows a imaginative and prescient of the world near sure up to date sensibilities.

Let’s return to Chejfec. He was extra eager about literature that questions the uncertainty of residing on this world the place we have no idea nearly the whole lot than that which tends to reconcile the connection between topic and setting. I met him in Venezuelan Mérida, on the foot of the Andes, in ’93, and he gave me his third guide, The airwhose first sentence, reread at present, appears to already say the whole lot about what he would later write: “And so, the value of his character lay in combining laziness with impatience, this may seem contradictory, but it was the circumstance that would allow him to endure the exhausting tension of his time…”

Neige Sinno, the celebrated author of sad tiger (Anagrama), published an exciting review on Friday in The World about the reissue in France (the first was in 2012) of my two worlds. Astonishment is what the experience of reading Chejfec’s book in which a double of the author recounts a walk in which he wanders through an abandoned park, gray and uniform, has provoked him, being aware of the difficulty of accessing language, such a mobile reality of consciousness, which is nevertheless so intuitively accessible to each of us.

“What I want to say now, as almost always, is permeated with imprecision,” the creator’s double apologizes. However, it’s the assumption of that ignorance, feedback Neige Sinno, the place the fantastic thing about the textual content lies, as a result of it permits us to be shocked by the density of the unknown that every second of our life incorporates, even probably the most prosaic, since we ignore nearly the whole lot of the worlds wherein we dwell.

For Chejfec, the floating situation of writing on the display screen led him to think about writing as having a extra distinctive and adjusted entity than the bodily one: “As if the electronic presence, being immaterial, was better linked to the insubstantiality of the words and the usual ambiguity that they often evoke.” And that impression is what appears to cross my two worlds —which Candaya printed right here in 2008—, the place the double of the creator, the walker via the deserted park, doesn’t cease conveying to us the concept so little has been written about what we actually expertise that this even provides us an surprising confidence sooner or later, as a result of the unknown is an deserted park. Confidence sooner or later then (of literature). But above all about life, who would have thought it. But there isn’t a strategy to write a sentence wherein we imagine.