In the world of literature, every so often happens that some names are secret, warm whispers multiply that by pushing from one ear to another, that his promise to stay there for safekeeping, until fate allows them to live a lot of pages that we finally made it read. Among those names come from far away, mounted on a chain of breaths, is that of the Irish Claire Keegan. In her recently published novel Three lights , Who will be proof enough for those who expected the sound of her name embodied in a book to see how wonderful it may be the art of letters, when a craftsman efficient across the paper. Three lights
tells a story set in Ireland, but the imagination of those who read the novel then transferred to an environment closer and more recognizable, more personal. There's a clue: right before our eyes, the local becomes universal without knowing at what point the rabbit was in and out of a hat. Is it because, like good books, the story of the girl who goes to the house of a couple of friends of his parents, who live alone in a small town neighbor of his family in the rural Irish countryside until his mother gives birth to a new baby sister is crossed internally by a number of lines that are enriching, reorienting and meaning to the story. It soon becomes clear that it has much more than anecdotal.
Keegan is able to create extremely vivid and powerful scenes in the only way possible, from a language management, without sacrificing richness and poetic, it is strong on simplicity. "I sink the bucket and I'll take it to his lips. This water is cold and clean as any you've tried before, has the pleasure of my father leaving, it never having been, to have nothing after he left. [...] Bebo six measures of water and hope that, for now, here without shame or secrets to be my home. " That girl used to live in constant clutter of a large family, he discovers that in the solitude of a transitional home, inhabited only by Mr. Kinsella and his wife, for the first time feel together. Something breaks and thence Keegan speaks of desire and pain, and especially of the intimate bond that unites these two occasions not so distant relatives. "Kinsella takes me by the hand. Just grab me, I realize that my father never took me by the hand and part of me wants to let me go Kinsella not to feel that. " Keegan seduces us patiently dismantled. When at last we are off, stripped of any defense with equal skill strikes the final blow.
Article originally published in the supplement Culture Argentine Time.
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