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  1. says:

    First published in Argentina in 1974 The Angel of Darkness by Ernesto Sabato is probably the greatest overlooked novel of the twentieth century For example 39 reviews here on Goodreads compared to 22367 for One Hundred Years of Solitude and 17603 for The Old Man and the Sea I recall with fascination Allen Josephs' 1991 New York Times book review back when The Angel of Darkness was first translated into English In his review Mr Josephs wrote It's no surprise that the fictional Sabato's biography which serves as a skeletal plot parallels Mr Sabato's own life and career In piecemeal fashion we reconstruct Sabato's friendships and animosities; his countless fears and phobias; his abandonment of physics for literature in Paris of the late 1930s; the publication to acclaim of his first novel The Tunnel in 1948; the publication of his second novel On Heroes and Tombs in 1961; his growing status as an intellectual celebrity as an essayist and curmudgeon as the subject of doctoral dissertations and so forthHere are a number of snapshots from the book that have remained with me since my first reading nearly thirty years ago As I reread the novel over the past few weeks Sabato's literary strobe light flashes invaded my mind and heart with even sharpness and impact In Buenos Aires tipsy from drinking his glasses of anise liueur Natalicio stumbles out of a bar late at night and walks toward the docks down by the sea Raising his eyes to his horror he sees a firey dragon spread out across the sky the monster spewing fire from each of its seven heads Natalicio faints In many sections of the book the narrator simply refers to Sabato as S perhaps taking advantage of the serpentine shape of the capital letter S returns from a public talk and reflects on how for those two tortuous hours it was as though he’d stripped off every shred of his clothing put all his scabs on display for a roomful of superficial dolts As bad as his skin underneath was even worse – like everyone else he lived his life of dreams and secret vices “Below in the subterranean depths – the grotesue throng the wicked evil piling up of darkness” S is interviewed for a magazine and wonders if those around him realize they are talking to a Sabato substitute a usurping clown the real Sabato grows increasingly isolated and distant senses he is drifting out to sea and is incapable of so much as signaling to the last passing ship that he is drowning Meanwhile behind the scenes journalists leak the news he had leprosy as a way of tricking a head editor into publishing an article on him in a leading newspaper He'd left science to write fiction like some nice housewife that suddenly decides to go into drugs and prostitution What had led him to invent those stories? And what was it they actually were? Generally speaking fiction was considered a kind of mystification a not altogether serious undertaking Professor Houssay the Nobel Prize winner had refused to shake hands with Sabato when he heard of his decision Ernesto Sabato The Angel of DarknessIn one of the many discussions on the nature of literature the arts and creativity Sabato proclaims how a novelist as creator is in every facet of the novel everything is chosen plot setting landscape mood It’s not like what Plato says in The Republic that God created the archetype of a table the carpenter builds a copy and the artist paints a copy of a copy No Such a production is mere imitative art All great art is completely opposite not a reduction of life but an invigoration of life a giver of lifeS continues there is always an ongoing tension and interaction between life and art between truth and things like pretense deception and cunning When literature is reduced to the level of mere manipulation of words or trite playing of games as if by magic instantly there materializes a life enhancing infusion of energy to save it from staleness and death For every Byzantine cleverness a Hemingway or Céline appears on the scene to set things straight How do you “explain” a Béla Bartók string uartet? Sabato remarks “Myth like art is a language It expresses a certain type of reality in the only way that reality can be expressed and it is irreducible to any other form of language That’s why in many respects I do not enjoy or give much attention to literary theory – any attempt to place literature especially a form such as the novel in preconceived conceptual categories to my mind smacks of the worst reductionism Yes there it was that face through which the soul of S looked out on and suffered the Universe like a man sentenced to death looking out between the bars Ernesto Sabato The Angel of DarknessIn a dream seuence we see the set for a popular television show starring the one and only Pipo Mancera For today’s special occasion Pipo appears in a sparkling white wedding gown The studio audience applauds wildly Then none other than Jorge Luis Borges looking natty in his tuxedo takes his place on the set as the best man Finally after several moments anticipation the groom appears – short scrawny spindly legged Ernesto Sabato wearing only his underwear As if on cue the audience hoots and jeers laughs and guffaws at this pathetic excuse for a man All falls silent and the wedding ceremony commences Another notable uote from Mr Josephs' review The Angel of Darkness has a huge cast of eccentric characters from every walk of Argentine life including many from Mr Sabato's second novel even the ghost of its deceased main character All the ghastly obsessions from that novel are here too slime filth lizards snakes rats cockroaches weasels and above all the obsessive morbid hideously rendered Sect of the Blind which had obsessed Fernando the paranoid character in the previous novel and which now obsesses and persecutes his creatorOn the first page of the novel Bruno observes his friend S cross a dangerous intersection without the least concern for cars or busses without so much as looking in either direction What has happened? Eventually we have our answer there’s a detailed description of how Sabato’s feet shrivel up into the black claws of a bat Sabato’s legs and torso and finally arms and head follow – the literary man has been transformed into a revolting hideous four feet high winged rat – a bat complete with repulsive looking bat wings and bat sonar replacing his eyesAh now I understand why that erudite New York Times review by Allen Josephs was titled Bat Man of Argentina I hope my review bringing the grand total of Goodread reviews to 40 will prompt a number of readers to seek out this classic and give its pages a careful read He leafed through the hundreds of pages outlines outlines of outlines variations on outlines all as contradictory and incoherent as his own soul Dozens of characters were waiting there like reptiles sleeping catatonic through the cold months of the year the life in them imperceptible silent secret latent though they might be ready to sting inject their venom the moment warmth restored them to their fuller existence Ernesto Sabato The Angel of Darkness


  2. says:

    “And they had a king over them which is the angel of the bottomless pit whose name in the Hebrew tongue is Abaddon but in the Greek tongue hath his name Apollyon” Revelation 911Conditionally Angel of Darkness may be called Ernesto Sabato’s autobiographical novel – there he is just another partly fictional character interacting with the other fictional characters and standing against the legion of darknessI'm not talking about the figure of the writer inside the fiction I'm talking about the possibility of the extreme cases in which it's the author of the novel that's inside the novel as just another character the same sort of character as all the rest The author would be a man maddened somehow and living with his own doubles aspects of his own selfThe novel is an elaborate and profound contemplation on the nature of evil and its manifestation personification and undivided power over man through mass media politics religion occultisms and literature“the great poets are always on the side of demons even if they may not know about it”In the contemporary society evil takes the most unusual and twisted forms so we live among lunatics possessed by evilOur existence in the modern world is similar to “a sinister carnival – amongst the jesters dressed in motley there are some real monsters”He who searches for the absolute will be lost in the maze of evil Demons will lead him astray


  3. says:

    Sabato will remain my favourite writer I read this book when I was 20 or so I was so happy to rediscover it 20 years laterDo you know those books which is said they are food for the soul This is what Sabato's books are for me If it is Abaddon or if it is Sobre heroes y tumbas which by the way someday I will read in Spanish and maybe Abaddon also His essays are still something I still have to discoverI would have liked to know Sabato I would have liked to drink a coffee with him in a Cafe in Buenos Aires The big task now is to read all the authors he refers to in his book Joyce Proust Lermontov Borges Musil Hesse Tolstoi Kafka Baudelaire Voltaire Mallarme poetry I used to read as I was young I stopped doing it probably a big mistake Ruben Dario Cesar Vallejo Maybe is so that the poetry is a ray of light in the everyday routine pentru ca intr un fel sau altul toti suntem frustrati iar daca triumfam in ceva suntem invinsi in altceva frustrarea reprezentand destinul inevitabil al oricarei fiinte care s a nascut pentru a muri; pentru ca toti suntem singuri sau intr o buna zi sfarsim prin a fi singuri In ramasitele trupul tauin viermii infometati si febrilichiar si in astea se va afla sufletul meuvechi locuitor al unui pamant devastat fara casa de acum si fara patrieorfan care isi cauta fiintele dragiprin strigate anonimesi daramaturiCoco i a spus atunci lui Inti n as vrea sa te vad niciodata mort pentru ca nu stiu cum o sa ma comport Din fericire stiu ca o sa mor cel dintai asa i a spus Si intr adevar asa a si fost Coco era un tovaras generos si de un foarte mare curaj dar a plans in ziua cand l au ucis pe Ricardo Inti nu l vazuse murind El nu era un om care sa planga dar din ziua aceea a devenit mult mai tacut Vor rasari flori si cuvinte si ceruri care sa te aminteascaploi precum aceasta si vei trai neschimbatdupa cele intamplateDormi liber de orice dusmanie cu toata mandriatristetii


  4. says:

    A 5 stars rating doesn t do this book any justice Goodreads should implement an Excellency rating option


  5. says:

    This is indeed a very experimental book I tend to like such books but I did not enjoy this one very much I have read two or three books by Sabato and they were uite interesting well written rich and worth reading But I completely failed to connect with this one In fact I am uitting it now having read one third of it Some few passages were somewhat interesting and promising but apparently lead to nowhere or at least I may have missed the point completely Sabato shifts too freuently among different scenarios some of them in which he is himself part of which is interesting but it becomes and difficult to become engaged with the book at least this is how I felt Maybe some day I will try it again


  6. says:

    Friendship ended with Borges now Sabato is my new best friendBut really the best book I've ever read Nothing even comes close to this underrated masterpiece


  7. says:

    The title of this book is deceiving in my opinion It’s also a hard book to catalogue My recommendation is to go only if you are a die hard fan of Sabato you want to know about his philosophy and you just finished reading “sobre héroes y tumbas” Otherwise skip Another approach that I did was to select what you wanted to read They whole story is fragmented anyway so you can actually get away with this


  8. says:

    Abaddon The Exterminator by Ernesto SábatoNot my styleFor some reason I do not get Ernesto SábatoI have tried with the Tunnel and failedNow it is Abaddon that eludes meI cannot concentrate and get the good feeling that I need to stay with a bookWhat is worrying is the fact that I recently had issues with another South American and one that I used to loveConversation in the Cathedral and Billigoat’s Feast were among my all time favoritesIn fact until proven otherwise they still areBut I took The City and The Dogs and did not find it all that excitingDoes this mean that I am losing Vargas Llosa as well?It is my plan to go ahead with some other books by Llosa and then return to Conversation in the CathedralWith Ernesto Sábato I am giving up since there is no point to kick a dead horse or try to enjoy a style an atmosphere that I do not graspAt least for the foreseable future


  9. says:

    This book is a hard read I bought it perhaps seven years ago and this was my third or fourth attempt Sabato is an intense writer he probes deep into the most painful recesses of melancholy unease and regret and this book is the culmination of that over it's also technically challenging a polyphony of loosely connected fragments However this time I found it rewarding it's a meditation on the impact of art versus activism of science and the world of light versus the left hand path of mysticism and creativity of contemplation versus action; all masterfully woven into a story full of darkness and lucidity taking place like all of his poignant works in a Buenos Aires full of shadows and phantasms I'm glad I read it now when I was younger I would have probably not been able to see past the rueful language into the mature wise contemplation of a man who sought peace in the darkest corners


  10. says:

    A sort of seuel to On Heroes and Tombs and a literary experiment Eually dense in sorrow and deep in disuiet A difficult book for ceratin to be read slowly and with patience for the imagery in the last chapters is a uniue sort of literary wallflower


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Así en la cúspide de su grandeza esta vasta obra totalizadora culmina y comprende todo el arte sabatiano y la hondura de su indagación existencial Abaddón el exterminador fue galardonado en París como el mejor libro extranjero publicado en Francia en 19 This book is a hard read I bought it perhaps seven years ago and this was my third or fourth attempt Sabato is an intense writer he probes deep into the most painful recesses of melancholy unease and regret and this book is the culmination of that over it's also technically challenging a polyphony of loosely connected fragments However this time I found it rewarding it's a meditation on the impact of art versus activism of science and the world of light versus the left hand path of mysticism and creativity of contemplation versus action; all masterfully woven into a story full of darkness and lucidity taking place like all of his poignant works in a Buenos Aires full of shadows and phantasms I'm glad I read it now when I was younger I would have probably not been able to see past the rueful language into the mature wise contemplation of a man who sought peace in the darkest corners A Biggles Omnibus publicado en Francia en 19 This book is a hard read I bought it The Power of Soft perhaps seven years ago and this was my third or fourth attempt Sabato is an intense writer he Moscow, December 25, 1991 probes deep into the most Planetary Forces, Alchemy and Healing painful recesses of melancholy unease and regret and this book is the culmination of that over it's also technically challenging a The Shepherds Bush Murders polyphony of loosely connected fragments However this time I found it rewarding it's a meditation on the impact of art versus activism of science and the world of light versus the left hand Red Centre (Alpha Force, path of mysticism and creativity of contemplation versus action; all masterfully woven into a story full of darkness and lucidity taking Midnight Storm (The Warriors, place like all of his Heiresses poignant works in a Buenos Aires full of shadows and The Major Works phantasms I'm glad I read it now when I was younger I would have A Dirty War probably not been able to see Blood Money (Alpha Force, past the rueful language into the mature wise contemplation of a man who sought Sid James peace in the darkest corners

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Abaddón el Exterminador cierra la trilogía iniciada en El túnel y proseguida en Sobre héroes y tumbas Desarrollando en su más amplio registro la metáfora del «Informe sobre ciegos» esta insólita y profunda novela hace ingresar a Ernesto Sabato en el First published in Argentina in 1974 The Angel of Darkness by Ernesto Sabato is probably the greatest overlooked novel of the twentieth century For example 39 reviews here on Goodreads compared to 22367 for One Hundred Years of Solitude and 17603 for The Old Man and the Sea I recall with fascination Allen Josephs' 1991 New York Times book review back when The Angel of Darkness was first translated into English In his review Mr Josephs wrote It's no surprise that the fictional Sabato's biography which serves as a skeletal plot parallels Mr Sabato's own life and career In piecemeal fashion we reconstruct Sabato's friendships and animosities; his countless fears and phobias; his abandonment of physics for literature in Paris of the late 1930s; the publication to acclaim of his first novel The Tunnel in 1948; the publication of his second novel On Heroes and Tombs in 1961; his growing status as an intellectual celebrity as an essayist and curmudgeon as the subject of doctoral dissertations and so forthHere are a number of snapshots from the book that have remained with me since my first reading nearly thirty years ago As I reread the novel over the past few weeks Sabato's literary strobe light flashes invaded my mind and heart with even sharpness and impact In Buenos Aires tipsy from drinking his glasses of anise liueur Natalicio stumbles out of a bar late at night and walks toward the docks down by the sea Raising his eyes to his horror he sees a firey dragon spread out across the sky the monster spewing fire from each of its seven heads Natalicio faints In many sections of the book the narrator simply refers to Sabato as S perhaps taking advantage of the serpentine shape of the capital letter S returns from a public talk and reflects on how for those two tortuous hours it was as though he’d stripped off every shred of his clothing put all his scabs on display for a roomful of superficial dolts As bad as his skin underneath was even worse – like everyone else he lived his life of dreams and secret vices “Below in the subterranean depths – the grotesue throng the wicked evil piling up of darkness” S is interviewed for a magazine and wonders if those around him realize they are talking to a Sabato substitute a usurping clown the real Sabato grows increasingly isolated and distant senses he is drifting out to sea and is incapable of so much as signaling to the last passing ship that he is drowning Meanwhile behind the scenes journalists leak the news he had leprosy as a way of tricking a head editor into publishing an article on him in a leading newspaper He'd left science to write fiction like some nice housewife that suddenly decides to go into drugs and prostitution What had led him to invent those stories? And what was it they actually were? Generally speaking fiction was considered a kind of mystification a not altogether serious undertaking Professor Houssay the Nobel Prize winner had refused to shake hands with Sabato when he heard of his decision Ernesto Sabato The Angel of DarknessIn one of the many discussions on the nature of literature the arts and creativity Sabato proclaims how a novelist as creator is in every facet of the novel everything is chosen plot setting landscape mood It’s not like what Plato says in The Republic that God created the archetype of a table the carpenter builds a copy and the artist paints a copy of a copy No Such a production is mere imitative art All great art is completely opposite not a reduction of life but an invigoration of life a giver of lifeS continues there is always an ongoing tension and interaction between life and art between truth and things like pretense deception and cunning When literature is reduced to the level of mere manipulation of words or trite playing of games as if by magic instantly there materializes a life enhancing infusion of energy to save it from staleness and death For every Byzantine cleverness a Hemingway or Céline appears on the scene to set things straight How do you “explain” a Béla Bartók string uartet? Sabato remarks “Myth like art is a language It expresses a certain type of reality in the only way that reality can be expressed and it is irreducible to any other form of language That’s why in many respects I do not enjoy or give much attention to literary theory – any attempt to place literature especially a form such as the novel in preconceived conceptual categories to my mind smacks of the worst reductionism Yes there it was that face through which the soul of S looked out on and suffered the Universe like a man sentenced to death looking out between the bars Ernesto Sabato The Angel of DarknessIn a dream seuence we see the set for a popular television show starring the one and only Pipo Mancera For today’s special occasion Pipo appears in a sparkling white wedding gown The studio audience applauds wildly Then none other than Jorge Luis Borges looking natty in his tuxedo takes his place on the set as the best man Finally after several moments anticipation the groom appears – short scrawny spindly legged Ernesto Sabato wearing only his underwear As if on cue the audience hoots and jeers laughs and guffaws at this pathetic excuse for a man All falls silent and the wedding ceremony commences Another notable uote from Mr Josephs' review The Angel of Darkness has a huge cast of eccentric characters from every walk of Argentine life including many from Mr Sabato's second novel even the ghost of its deceased main character All the ghastly obsessions from that novel are here too slime filth lizards snakes rats cockroaches weasels and above all the obsessive morbid hideously rendered Sect of the Blind which had obsessed Fernando the paranoid character in the previous novel and which now obsesses and persecutes his creatorOn the first page of the novel Bruno observes his friend S cross a dangerous intersection without the least concern for cars or busses without so much as looking in either direction What has happened? Eventually we have our answer there’s a detailed description of how Sabato’s feet shrivel up into the black claws of a bat Sabato’s legs and torso and finally arms and head follow – the literary man has been transformed into a revolting hideous four feet high winged rat – a bat complete with repulsive looking bat wings and bat sonar replacing his eyesAh now I understand why that erudite New York Times review by Allen Josephs was titled Bat Man of Argentina I hope my review bringing the grand total of Goodread reviews to 40 will prompt a number of readers to seek out this classic and give its pages a careful read He leafed through the hundreds of pages outlines outlines of outlines variations on outlines all as contradictory and incoherent as his own soul Dozens of characters were waiting there like reptiles sleeping catatonic through the cold months of the year the life in them imperceptible silent secret latent though they might be ready to sting inject their venom the moment warmth restored them to their fuller existence Ernesto Sabato The Angel of Darkness Are the Dinosaurs Dead, Dad? proseguida en Sobre héroes y tumbas Desarrollando en su más amplio registro la metáfora del «Informe sobre ciegos» esta insólita y The Tao of Jack profunda novela hace ingresar a Ernesto Sabato en el First Soma published in Argentina in 1974 The Angel of Darkness by Ernesto Sabato is Lead the Way probably the greatest overlooked novel of the twentieth century For example 39 reviews here on Goodreads compared to 22367 for One Hundred Years of Solitude and 17603 for The Old Man and the Sea I recall with fascination Allen Josephs' 1991 New York Times book review back when The Angel of Darkness was first translated into English In his review Mr Josephs wrote It's no surprise that the fictional Sabato's biography which serves as a skeletal The Rig Veda plot The Silver Spoon of Solomon Snow parallels Mr Sabato's own life and career In SEXUAL BORDERLANDS piecemeal fashion we reconstruct Sabato's friendships and animosities; his countless fears and Faerie Heart phobias; his abandonment of Starlight physics for literature in Paris of the late 1930s; the The Wish Maker publication to acclaim of his first novel The Tunnel in 1948; the Falling Like Snowflakes (Summer Harbor, publication of his second novel On Heroes and Tombs in 1961; his growing status as an intellectual celebrity as an essayist and curmudgeon as the subject of doctoral dissertations and so forthHere are a number of snapshots from the book that have remained with me since my first reading nearly thirty years ago As I reread the novel over the Archibald Wavell past few weeks Sabato's literary strobe light flashes invaded my mind and heart with even sharpness and impact In Buenos Aires tipsy from drinking his glasses of anise liueur Natalicio stumbles out of a bar late at night and walks toward the docks down by the sea Raising his eyes to his horror he sees a firey dragon spread out across the sky the monster spewing fire from each of its seven heads Natalicio faints In many sections of the book the narrator simply refers to Sabato as S The Financial Lives of the Poets perhaps taking advantage of the serpentine shape of the capital letter S returns from a The Berlin-Baghdad Express public talk and reflects on how for those two tortuous hours it was as though he’d stripped off every shred of his clothing The Temple Mount Code (Thomas Lourds, put all his scabs on display for a roomful of superficial dolts As bad as his skin underneath was even worse – like everyone else he lived his life of dreams and secret vices “Below in the subterranean depths – the grotesue throng the wicked evil The Deans December piling up of darkness” S is interviewed for a magazine and wonders if those around him realize they are talking to a Sabato substitute a usurping clown the real Sabato grows increasingly isolated and distant senses he is drifting out to sea and is incapable of so much as signaling to the last Arctic Autumn passing ship that he is drowning Meanwhile behind the scenes journalists leak the news he had leprosy as a way of tricking a head editor into The American Century publishing an article on him in a leading newspaper He'd left science to write fiction like some nice housewife that suddenly decides to go into drugs and Edward, Edward prostitution What had led him to invent those stories? And what was it they actually were? Generally speaking fiction was considered a kind of mystification a not altogether serious undertaking Professor Houssay the Nobel Prize winner had refused to shake hands with Sabato when he heard of his decision Ernesto Sabato The Angel of DarknessIn one of the many discussions on the nature of literature the arts and creativity Sabato The Dogs of Littlefield proclaims how a novelist as creator is in every facet of the novel everything is chosen The Benefactor plot setting landscape mood It’s not like what Plato says in The Republic that God created the archetype of a table the carpenter builds a copy and the artist Tom Clancy Support and Defend paints a copy of a copy No Such a Picture Palace production is mere imitative art All great art is completely opposite not a reduction of life but an invigoration of life a giver of lifeS continues there is always an ongoing tension and interaction between life and art between truth and things like The Domesticated Brain pretense deception and cunning When literature is reduced to the level of mere manipulation of words or trite The Long Valley playing of games as if by magic instantly there materializes a life enhancing infusion of energy to save it from staleness and death For every Byzantine cleverness a Hemingway or Céline appears on the scene to set things straight How do you “explain” a Béla Bartók string uartet? Sabato remarks “Myth like art is a language It expresses a certain type of reality in the only way that reality can be expressed and it is irreducible to any other form of language That’s why in many respects I do not enjoy or give much attention to literary theory – any attempt to Revelation (The Protectors, place literature especially a form such as the novel in The Wonderful Story of Henry Sugar and Six More preconceived conceptual categories to my mind smacks of the worst reductionism Yes there it was that face through which the soul of S looked out on and suffered the Universe like a man sentenced to death looking out between the bars Ernesto Sabato The Angel of DarknessIn a dream seuence we see the set for a The Circuit popular television show starring the one and only Pipo Mancera For today’s special occasion Pipo appears in a sparkling white wedding gown The studio audience applauds wildly Then none other than Jorge Luis Borges looking natty in his tuxedo takes his An Honorable Defeat place on the set as the best man Finally after several moments anticipation the groom appears – short scrawny spindly legged Ernesto Sabato wearing only his underwear As if on cue the audience hoots and jeers laughs and guffaws at this American Boys pathetic excuse for a man All falls silent and the wedding ceremony commences Another notable uote from Mr Josephs' review The Angel of Darkness has a huge cast of eccentric characters from every walk of Argentine life including many from Mr Sabato's second novel even the ghost of its deceased main character All the ghastly obsessions from that novel are here too slime filth lizards snakes rats cockroaches weasels and above all the obsessive morbid hideously rendered Sect of the Blind which had obsessed Fernando the Dead Aim paranoid character in the The Obsession of Oscar Oswald previous novel and which now obsesses and Whiteout (Dark Iceland 5) persecutes his creatorOn the first The Girl Who Remained Elusive (Elusive, page of the novel Bruno observes his friend S cross a dangerous intersection without the least concern for cars or busses without so much as looking in either direction What has happened? Eventually we have our answer there’s a detailed description of how Sabato’s feet shrivel up into the black claws of a bat Sabato’s legs and torso and finally arms and head follow – the literary man has been transformed into a revolting hideous four feet high winged rat – a bat complete with repulsive looking bat wings and bat sonar replacing his eyesAh now I understand why that erudite New York Times review by Allen Josephs was titled Bat Man of Argentina I hope my review bringing the grand total of Goodread reviews to 40 will Tell Me Who I Am prompt a number of readers to seek out this classic and give its The Body Language Bible pages a careful read He leafed through the hundreds of The Black Room pages outlines outlines of outlines variations on outlines all as contradictory and incoherent as his own soul Dozens of characters were waiting there like reptiles sleeping catatonic through the cold months of the year the life in them imperceptible silent secret latent though they might be ready to sting inject their venom the moment warmth restored them to their fuller existence Ernesto Sabato The Angel of Darkness

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ámbito mismo de la escritura y lo incorpora como personaje en una compleja construcción técnica cuyo juego de perspectivas remite a la vez a la realidad de un tiempo de apocalipsis y a las simas anímicas donde bucea el poder visionario del acto creador This is indeed a very experimental book I tend to like such books but I did not enjoy this one very much I have read two or three books by Sabato and they were uite interesting well written rich and worth reading But I completely failed to connect with this one In fact I am uitting it now having read one third of it Some few passages were somewhat interesting and promising but apparently lead to nowhere or at least I may have missed the point completely Sabato shifts too freuently among different scenarios some of them in which he is himself part of which is interesting but it becomes and difficult to become engaged with the book at least this is how I felt Maybe some day I will try it again