Dante likes monsters, Heavy Metal and scary stories. When I read that the cycle moon parties and mystery close its season with tales of terror in the cemetery of Recoleta, I think it can be a nice weekend plan for that aberration 7 years is my son. At first he says no, that is to scare, but then puts on his Iron Maiden t-shirt and accept the challenge. He spends the whole trip saying he was sorry, we'd better go home, but when we come and see the guy who will tell the stories sitting between living statues, candles epileptic and a flask of polished metal, the fascination is immediate. That man looks huge and dry snuff which dyed mustache giveaway that began more than a hundred years and probably still alive because some of those pacts with the devil, so common in the nineteenth century, is Alberto Laiseca, spellcaster monster professional. Dante and another 500 people will be the souls Laiseca delivered to the flames of fear with three stories of sheer horror. First are two classics: The Masque of the Red Death , Edgar A. Poe, and The feather pillow, Horacio Quiroga, to close with a story itself, The true story of the woman in white , written especially to be counted that night. The cemetery entrance reminds the listener that everything that counts can be real. But no one goes: Laiseca triumphs again.
"What adds to his career as a writer devoted to storytelling
" Very much, because it brings me to the first stage of our first times. The literature started before the human race had discovered a written language. We gathered around bonfires and one of us had stories. Then tell stories for all, for me is like going back to that first literature. Do I understand?
- What do you have a story to be transmitted orally?
"In principle any story can be told orally. Now, everything depends on the narrator. I would be much harder to tell certain things ... I choose the terror because it is a genre that I admire and love very much, and I feel comfortable, I'm better there. But I realize that I could tell if he wanted other things too that have nothing to do with terror.
"Besides the horror is a genre that almost begs to be told.
"But the only thing that can be told and have interest, I assure you. You can take pieces of well written books, for example The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand, which has nothing to fear, and yet the tension drops a minute.
- Why fear the kids love it so much?
- Ah! Is you're asking a guy. Or at least a guy who has 70 years although he remembers everything that happened when I was a kid. I was shit scared, but would like to listen to the old that was in my village who told stories of terror. Then could not sleep, of course, with those things people buried alive horror stories!
- So where's the big fascination?
"The kids want to grow and like. Why grow? Because they know that they are telling stories, though they sound crazy, always have something real. The monsters there, skinny: There are witches, dragons and five meters toad that comes and eats you. There is everything. One way or another. The kids have fewer prejudices than adults and are therefore at his best when he told these stories, because they know they are true.
- A taste for horror stories is a way out of something else?
-Escape no. I would identify, learn to live with the real terror. That's why I oppose the tendency to tell the boys stories "flu", where "we are all angels." Then the kid comes out and violate him in the corner, you know? The horror stories, serve as vaccine for kids. They must know that the horror and evil exist, to defend themselves.
- Did you realize that mesmerize his listeners?
- No, I do not know! I realize that they like and try to do that, yes.
- How do you feel when you get it?
- Joy! Fortunately, that's why I break your ass, pretty old, so that you would like. Or do you think this is spontaneous? Weeks I am studying the stories! Look: The Masque of the Red Death I first read it at age 17. Now I have 70 ... how many times I read that story? Lots! But never, never learn anything. These same stories told today, I can not count within 10 days, unless the study again! You have to study and work hard.
People who have come to listen to the cemetery Laiseca not to want to greet him, touch him or hug him, as if it were a witch doctor just tell you a story to his tribe, gathered around him. As if that were carried to always a piece of that night. Beside him is his daughter, who is waiting with patience proud to go home together in the middle. As I myself brought my son to tell him that this witch stories, it is logical that I can think of wanting to know what he would tell stories to their own children when you send them to bed. The possibility curiosity I piled on the tip of the tongue. When he sees me go to her with a knife grabadorcito, the tall blonde girl can not hide the shame and begs me not to. But journalists have the genetics of an old neighborhood.
"I imagine your father told you bedtime stories. What was your favorite?
I do not know ... had one, how was it? It was about a village in China, at a time when there were very hungry ... Dad, how was the story of the giant rice?
When you hear the invocation of his daughter, Laiseca appears straight out of a freshly rubbed Persian lamp. Father
Ah ... no ... I remember that
Daughter, "You see, to me he invented and then forgotten. That's the worst ... There was very hungry ...
P-Yes, very hungry and a magician called for rice, a single grain of rice. He took it and made it big and then they cut bits ... HY
all ate well and never starved. That was my favorite. "I see you have
had to practice with.
H-Yes, I always told stories. And I loved it.
P-Egyptian Stories. Remember?
H "It is true tales of pharaohs mummy ...
PY ...
H-Yes, that! Mummies and stuffed crocodiles fighting for good, right! That was very good! P-
eternal struggle because neither could die, or mummies or embalmed crocodiles.
H-Yes. But there were also two magicians ...
P-Enemies.
H-Yes, enemies. And one was a mummy and the other a stuffed crocodile. And then they did fight, but the mummy and the crocodile did not want to fight each other. P-But
had no choice.
H-is true. They had no choice. PY
H-fought ... ... for all eternity.
P-Imagine: no one could die. The
Laiseca laugh, they love the laughter and the echo of those stories, now live between the bricks that enclose in their embrace the old to the Recoleta cemetery. Immortal.
That night, happy, Dante will move to the bed of their parents.
Interview originally published in the supplement Culture Argentine Time.
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