BLOW-UP (Las babas del diablo) Source for information on Blow-Up (Las Babas del Diablo) by Julio Cortázar, Reference Guide to Short Fiction. A young girl spends her summer vacation in a country house where a tiger roams A man reading a mystery finds out too late that he is the murderer’s. Praise for Blow-Up and Other Stories: “[Cortazar] is a unique storyteller. He can induce the kind of chilling unease that strikes like a sound in the night.” —Time.
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A man reading a mystery finds out too late that he is the murderer’s victim. In the fifteen stories collected here—including “Blow-Up,” which was the basis for Michelangelo Antonioni’s film of the same name—Julio Cortazar explores the boundary where the everyday meets the mysterious, A young girl spends her summer vacation in a country house where a tiger roams. In the fifteen stories collected here—including “Blow-Up,” which was the basis for Michelangelo Antonioni’s film of the same name—Julio Cortazar explores the boundary where the everyday meets the mysterious, perhaps even the terrible.
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Be the first to ask a question about Blow-Up and Other Stories. Lists with This Book. Mar 26, Glenn Russell rated it it was amazing. Oh, Julio, if I could just have a moment to talk to you. You are up here in your heavenly jazz tree, on a higher branch then where I am sitting, laughing at the sadness hp the world stuck in its own grass and mortar rather than taking a ride in the whirlwind of imagination, reading Blow-Up, Axolotl, House Taken Over, Continuity of Parks, End of the Game and other stories in this little book of yours.
You play hulio divine trumpet, buzzing your lips on the horn of plenty, the jazz of words, improvi Oh, Julio, if I could just have a moment to talk to you. You play the divine trumpet, buzzing your lips on the horn of plenty, the jazz of words, improvising, taking a look inside, your fantasy being the fun stuff, exciting, the way you take a certain vision, say the room in a house, and come up with a story where the room is taken over by a mysterious presence.
If the man in another story, like Blow-Up, starts saying funny, nonsensical things, then you simply ball up his talking and throw it against your imagination and the story slides into its rightful place.
Blow-Up and Other Stories
Up here in the tree with your trumpet, no branch is too high for you to climb to pick the fruit of words, a word on each leaf, some pretty exotic fruit up here in your corfazar tree.
Suddenly, I coetazar a voice down below asking: Maybe you are more than dead and came out the other side. If anyone could pull it off, it would be you, around the block and back again, around the day in eighty worlds. View all 22 comments. The author has made Axolotls alive like beings who are cortqzar of their existence; as if they can steer their lives at their ‘will’. As if they can define it, which only a conscious being can do.
As I progressed through the story it remind me of ‘The Metamorphosis’ by Franz Kafka, which glow a seminal work in existentialist literature. Blkw ‘House Taken Over’ follows the same existential theme; protagonist feels angst over losing his abode. The knitting has reeled off from her hands and the yarn ran back toward the door and disappeared under it.
When she saw that the balls of yarn were on the other side, she dropped the knitting without looking at it. However it lacks the depth the other story- ‘Axolotl’ has but it makes existential themes, explored in ‘Axolotl’, more discernible. Cortazar- Certainly a literary master!! View all 23 comments.
Jul 11, Kris rated it it was amazing Cortazzr I have his novels on my horizon, and I’m itching to read them, but I thought starting with a short story volume would be a good introduction. In the past, I have neglected short stories, in part because of juoio early preference for huge novels that I could escape in cortaazar days at a time.
There may have been some elements of an introvert’s frustration over getting to know a series of characters, only to say goodbye to them after 15 pages or so and to have to ready myself for meeting a whole new set of characters all over again.
Silly, I know – treating a short story collection as a literary cocktail party. I’m very glad that I’ve shaken off those earlier views, because I found this collection mulio be captivating. Characters merge into other characters. Boundaries, physical and psychic, dissolve in thin air. When reading the first story, Axolotl, I actually had a physical sense of my perspective juilo at a key point in the story, almost as if I were watching a film and visualizing an extreme change in perspective.
It creeps up on the reader. I have read other reviewers who discussed their confusion when reading many of these stories. For this reason, I recommend not reading it all at once from beginning to end. This is a volume that begs for re-reading. I plan to revisit it soon. View all 21 comments. Dec 01, Algernon rated it it was amazing Shelves: Now I am an axolotl! Te cortaazar is in cortazag case entirely justified, at least as far as I am concerned.
He is a master stylist, a poet that playfully yet carefully constructs his phrases I wish I could be able to read in the original Spanish, or at least in the French he adopted in his later juli.
The main atracton is not the prose itself, so much as the masterful capture of things usually left unsaid, of the inner labyrinths of the psyche where logic and science must take second place to the fears of the subconscious. His stories are more metaphor than mirror of the world, and almost all of them provide an unusual angle, a skewed point of view that is meant to push us out of the coryazar zone and challenge us to consider said world and our fellow humans from a new perspective, like that of a tiny invertebrate: Or it was also in him, or all of us were thinking humanlike, incapable of expression, limited to the golden splendor of our eyes looking at the face of the cprtazar pressed against the aquarium.
Axolotl opens the book, just like my review, with an invitation to consider that as we are looking at the world, the world is looking back at us. We are maybe haunted by our lizard brains who remember a time we lived in primeval swamps waiting for our minds to develop higher powers of reasoning.
House Taken Over is almost a horror story, the tale of a brother and sister corhazar alone in a big mansion somewhere in Argentina, spending their entire lives cloistered inside, one of them reading books, the other knitting useless knick-knacks. We were fine, and little by little we stopped thinking.
You can live without thinking. I think the metaphor here cortazat the way we waste our best years in inconsequential pursuits, denying the slow draining of the jilio from the hourglass. Alina Reyes has trouble falling jjlio, and when she does she experiences the life of a woman thousands of miles away, in Budapest.
The theme of confused identity and soul changing will be reiterated in other stories in the collection, almost always with an unexpected ending and a provocation to make sense of events that defy logic and common sense.
See as examples The Idol of the Cyclades where an archeological team discovers and ancient fertility statue, and later in Paris they get involved in a dangerous love triangle that may be provoked by the memories stored in the ancient stone; or A Yellow Flower where a middle aged man thinks he has discovered his doppelganger in a young boy he sees on the street, doomed to repeat the same life he has lived through once already; or The Night Face Up where a young man has a bike accident and the trauma flips his brain into reliving the emotions of an Aztec prisoner being prepared for ritual slaughter.
A couple of quotes from these stories highlight the concept of deja-vu, of repeated histories and subconscious memory: The man was crying in his beer, only it was wine in this case, what could you do about it, nothing. Letter to a Young Lady in Paris is probably the funniest in a collection whose major tonality is dark and anxious. It is almost a prank, the story of a man house-sitting for a friend visiting blw, and of an infestations of rabbits. The rabbit in question is for blo the result of the creative mind, the poem or the story or the painting that the artist produces in order to explain the world better, when regular words fail to capture the feelings he is experiencing: A month is a rabbit, it really makes a real rabbit; but in the maiden moment, the warm bustling fleece covering an inalienable presence Continuity of Parks is something that I think every modern jullo has tried at one point or another: Scary, jjulio and thought provoking.
Bestiary is a bit longer cortazzr the previous stories, but all good. Michael is more than a photographer, he is an artist with an unquenching curiosity about the world around him, prone to flights of fancy but able to see deeper and truer into the lives of the people around him, able to enjoy the sun, the streets, the life surrounding him as only people who look at the world trough a special lens, searching to capture its essence in a still image, can do.
Michael knew that the photographer always worked as a permutation of his personal way of seeing the world as other than the camera insiduously imposed on it. There cortazat a mystery, a puzzle to anchor bolw story, as Michael witnesses a strange duo having an argument on the quai of Ile St Louis and as he tries to imagine what they are fighting about and what their lives are like Michael is guilty of making literature, of indulging in fabricated unrealities.
There is also danger, and a recurring theme of clouds passing pu that Cortasar will cortaazr spoil other than to say that I see it as the result of the artist being unable to live in an ivory tower, insulated from life, coldly objective I am sure I will look now with different eyes at the movie version, trying to find the common ground as well as the artistic licence the Italian filmmaker used.
End of the Game is a second story focusing on the growing up pains and uo the weird universe the children create around themselves in their innocence. Three girls are playing hookey from their house during siesta time and dress up for the entertainment of passing trains in costumes and jewelry from their elders, re-enacting theatrical and historical personages. Reality tries to intrude in the form of a young man who witnesses their antics, but the girls remain impenetrable in their private dreams.
At Your Service by contrast is told from the perspective of an old lady, whose innocence is the result of poverty and lack of education. After being employed as a dog sitter for a posh Parisian party, she is latter bribed to impersonate a grieving mother for the funeral of a talented and gay fashion artist.
Her point of view is used as an accusing finger at the hypocrisy, meanness and fake glitter of the haute-monde.
The Pursuer is my favorite novella from a crowded pack of candidates here. Like Blow-Up, it looks at the condition of the artist, exploring the final days of a famous American jazz player, told by his friend and critic witnessing the dissolution induced by drugs and excessive habits, the imprevisible mood swings and the moments of genius that can only be expressed through music.
Wikipedia gives as the source of inspiration for the story the life off jazz giant Charlie Parker, who revolutionized saxophone playing in the sixties with his fast technique and daring improvizations.
Now you know what can happen in a minute and a half That made me jumpy, Bruno, that they felt sure of themselves. Sure of what, tell me what now, when a poor devil like me with more plagues than the devil under his skin had enough awareness to feel that everything was like jelly, that everything was shaky everywhere, you only had to concentrate a little, feel a little, be quiet for a little bit, to find the holes.
Thematically it is a return to the question of ghost memories and parallel lives, in this case a bow man who tries to woo his girlfriend but has scary flashbacks from another lifetime as a German soldier during the war. The girl herself crotazar her own secrets from dealing with the French Resistance, and possibly with said German soldier in another timeline. The intersection of the closely guarded secrets can result cortazaf another tale with strong horror overtones, reminding me for some reason of a Bradbury collection I read earlier in the year.
A conclusion and recommendation is not easy to write, my own interest in Cortazar being helped along by my fascination with jazz and photography and South American magical realism. Nevertheless, I believe all lovers of good literature will enjoy his stories.