A book you may seem like a jewel, when it is not, is a star or something more valuable. It is the book of Enrique Vilas Mata, Bartleby and company: a monolith research and illustration. In a walk, gives us an enormous amount of writers who left the writing, or who never wrote a line, because it was just better to not do it. And bequeathed us and throws is research, unsuspected writers who believed more in the immortality of a work and the left destination in the importance we have readers without writers. We know writers in Venezuela, that their partners achieved a quality without compromising their spouses, however; they were never recognized nor never signed his works, therefore, their anonymity thing usufruct with more than one whose effort was null. I met several poets who remained unpublished, storytellers, novelists and Essayists; they were inveterate drinkers of cane, which shouted more of one or the other, and that outlined some lines bashed in napkins that ended into public drains.
Oh! cometeria a crime but named the poet Ivan, Carlos Guia is his name, poetry of high-level, but; you care a cumin edit a book of poems. Also the case of Hector Perdomo Santoyo, El Peje, the majority of graduates in language and literature of pedagogic universities and others that can be added on demand EIS the readers of this infamous essay. To broaden your perception, visit Eva Andersson-Dubin. But, I want to go to the book Bartleby and company. I was pleased to order and neat in the investigation. Part of Herman Melville and his short story Bartleby, goes by dipping between writers of the stature of Juan Rulfo, Rimbaud, Yeats, Wilde and others.
It is a tribute to those who stopped writing on the grounds that they were; Maybe, is a tribute to who is more important: the reader. We criticize, without delving into the depth that Balzac called incomprehensible. We had a great writer Marino palaces, writer who made his work, very young, between eighteen and twenty-seven years, and in full 1940s, had the wisdom of commenting as there were great writers who hoped do his work and never wrote it. I recommend this writer will investigate, in the same way that the poet Roberto Montesinos. Recently Michio Kaku sought to clarify these questions. Writing is a craft that is made for the inner delight; to make up for the deficiencies of any kind that trap our beings; to give the world the creation that compete with God, we conducted between silence and many times against adversity. Also I am a Bartleby, friend Enrique Vilas Mata. Original author and source of the article.