António Lobo Antunes
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Lobo Antunes, a psychiatrist and a soldier in the Portuguese colonial wars in Angola, was born in Lisbon. "South of Nowhere", his second novel, published in 1980, became the center of controversy both because of its daring content and its novel structure. The action is very brief: it lasts only one näytä lisää night. The author tells a silent woman companion his frank impressions about his experience as a medical doctor in the war of liberation against Portuguese colonialism. In some passages, the novel makes allusion to The Lusiads and its allegorical intentions. It denounces with lucid sarcasm the failure of Portuguese colonization in Africa. (Bowker Author Biography) näytä vähemmän
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- Virallinen nimi
- Antunes, António Lobo
- Muut nimet
- Lobo Antunes, António
- Syntymäaika
- 1942-09-01 [1942]
- Sukupuoli
- male
- Kansalaisuus
- Portugal
- Syntymäpaikka
- Lissabon, Portugal
- Asuinpaikat
- Lissabon, Portugal
- Ammatit
- psychiatrist
- Palkinnot ja kunnianosoitukset
- Austrian State Prize for European Literature (2000)
Jerusalem Prize (2005)
Prémio Camões (2007)
Latin Union International Prize (2003)
Ovidius Prize - Romania (2003)
Rosalía de Castro Prize (1999) (näytä kaikki 12)
France Culture Prize (1996)
France Culture Prize (1997)
Prémio da Associação Portuguesa de Escritores (1985)
Ovid Prize (2003)
Grand Cross of the Order of Saint James of the Sword
Premio Juan Rulfo (2008)
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Antunes is a god of simile and metaphor. At first, they were all I noticed and I perhaps felt there to be too many, but as the novel progressed, they were the engine to his evocative and macabre prose, filling my mind with powerful imagery as I vicariously experienced the grim and futile labours in ‘the armpit of the world’. In conjunction with this, a mention must go to the translator Margaret Jill Costa (who I understand has won many awards) who has done a magnificent job in translating his exemplary prose. Earlier this year, I waxed lyrical about the writing of David Foster-Wallace, believing that he was a class part in his manipulation of language, but I have seen in only a few months that other writers with equal genius exist, Antunes being the first I’ve to encounter since making the bold claim.
An example:
Gradually, the wear and tear of war, the never-changing landscape of sand and sparse woods, the long, sad months of mist that turned the sky and the night the sepia brown of faded daguerreotypes, had transformed us into a species of apathetic insect, machines made to withstand a day-to-day existence filled with hopeless hope, afternoons spent sitting on barrel-stave chairs or on the steps of the former administration post, staring at the excessively lethargic calendars on which the months lingered with maddening slowness, while endless leap days, full of hours, swelled up around us like great bloated, putrefying bellies that kept us imprisoned with no hope of salvation. We were fish, you see, in aquariums of cloth and metal, dumb fish, simultaneously fierce and tame, trained to die without protest, to lie down without protest in those army coffins, where we would be welded in, covered with the national flag, and sent back to Europe in the hold of a ship, our dog tags over our mouths to quash even the desire to utter a rebellious scream.
I look forward to the many other offerings from this writer, a genius who may be lost in Saramago's shadow yet who very much deserves to share the light. 5/5… (lisätietoja)