Why should those persons who used literature as an ornament or a pretext have any more right to be considered real writers than Pedro Camacho, who lived only to write? Because they had read (or at least knew that they should have read) Proust, If you should happen to read it-just ignore me. Ignore all I’ve written about. It’s not a real review. In fact, this is not review at all. Vargas Llosa gives us a lot of local color of Lima and of Peru in the 1950s. True to that timeframe, we hear of 'darkies, sambos, queers, and fags,' and we hear malicious slanders about Argentines, Bolivians and everyone else. If you haven’t read him, here’s an example of that detail and of his writing style: At the same time a very promising scriptwriter, employed by the radio station to write soap opera serials, enters the stage… Vargas Llosa once said he didn't like novels with a moral, and he hasn't imposed one here, though any book which is so well wrought, which defines a world with such unarguable accuracy, is moral; and what's more, it made me laugh out loud.

Infatti la storia è divisa in due parti distinte (a capitoli alternati) per evidenziare la natura doppia dell'argomento: da una parte si racconta dell'innamoramento del giovane Marito Varguitas per sua zia Julia, e della sua dura ma entusiastica lotta per arrivare a poterla sposare nonostante fosse vedova di suo zio; dall'altra viene approfondita la vocazione letteraria dello spiantato giovane peruviano (lavoratore precario come curatore di bollettini) paragonandola con il grande successo dei romanzi radiofonici di Pedro Camacho, che arriva a catalizzare l'attenzione di una intera nazione sfornando storie sempre più incredibili (la cui sinossi viene presentata con un deliberato dilettantismo ai limiti del comico nei capitoli dispari del romanzo). The fictional characters do not need this authentication, but the matter deserves at least a mention since the roman a clef element has generated talk of Vargas Llosa's indiscretion. Also, it is nifty gossip for Vargas Llosa fans, whose numbers are and humanizing detail - Julia's common sense and selfless ways, the squalor of Camacho's lonely life. And by the book's end they both have become unexpectedly real and rise to moments of poignant revelation. Never!'' He persists, opening his heart, telling her his dream of going off to France and living in a garret, dedicating his heart and soul to literature. Julia's taste in literature runs to Frank Yerby, but she listens,Access-restricted-item true Addeddate 2021-02-01 19:53:42 Boxid IA40050824 Camera Sony Alpha-A6300 (Control) Collection_set printdisabled External-identifier

Mario and Julia’s story ends up pretty wildly too, until the great crescendo, after which everything quietens down but is never the same again.

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Mario Vargas Llosa tells us: "With Aunt Julia and the Scriptwriter my idea was to write a novel with stereotypes, with clichés, with all the instruments of the popular novel, the soap opera, and the radio serial, but in such a way that these elements could be transformed into an artistic work, into something personal and original.” Vargas Llosa also intends his book as satire of myriad social types and classes, and as in much comic writing, he creates extreme creatures. But Julia and Camacho have also endured in his memory as beings worthy of affection, and he dogs them with small As the young Mario makes his way through these few weeks and months of this extraordinary period in his life, he examines his journalistic apprenticeship at Radio Panamerica and the disparate writing assignments that he undertakes to help support Julia and himself as prologues to his Stephen Dedalus-like flight to the artistic Mecca where he aspires to work: Paris. Did you know the 1990 film Tune in Tomorrow starring Keanu Reeves, Peter Falk and Barbara Hershey is based on the novel? I'm generally not a moviegoer but I did catch this one, the funniest movie I've ever seen. of the author's surname. The narrator precociously courts and marries his delectable Aunt Julia, as did Vargas Llosa, whose first wife was an aunt (but not a blood relative) named Julia.This book is dedicated to her. Also, Vargas