Contributions by João Almino
João Almino is a Brazilian novelist who lives in Madrid. His novels have been translated into English, Spanish, French and Italian, and have received honors such as the biannual Zaffari & Bourbon (awarded to Free City for best novel) and the Casa de las Americas, for The Five Seasons of Love. Borges is one the writers he has read most. He intently reads his friends Diana Bellesi, Michael Palmer and the novels by Martin Kohan, who presented The Five Seasons of Love when it was published in Buenos Aires by Corregidor.The Skies of Brasilia: an interview with João Almino
Jonathan Blitzer
Jonathan Blitzer: You’re originally from northern Brazil—Mossoró—but your novels bring you to the geographic heart of the country: Brasilia. How did you wind up there, exactly?
João Almino: I did not want to revisit the Northeastern regionalist literature that I so admired, and I wanted to depart from the prevailing Brazilian literature of the time. Brasilia represented the new, was somehow an empty space with no literary tradition, and it therefore gave me more freedom to create. I knew the city, since I had lived there for a few months in 1970 and then again later, on three different occasions. I should also add that I could easily bring the Northeast to Brasilia, a city of immigrants.
JB: What interests you most about Brasilia?
JA: First of all, the city as a symbol or a myth that, as … Read More »
Cidade Livre (fragmento)
João Almino
Minha insônia de hoje é o prolongamento daquelas horas quando, na escuridão da noite, eu ouvia barulhos de bêbados pela rua, os latidos de meu cachorro Tufão, as araras que moravam no fundo da casa ou alguma coruja solitária, e abria os olhos para o caleidoscópio de cinzas e negros que desenhavam monstros nas paredes.
Para dar vida à história, bastava eu me transpor para um dia de minha infância, me imaginar no meio de uma avenida da Cidade Livre, e então veria minhas tias desfilando suas formas e trejeitos, Valdivino sentado em frente a uma mesinha transcrevendo cartas, papai conversando na porta de um bar, uma menina de tranças e olhos negros andando de bicicleta, Tufão me seguindo, e veria o colorido das lojas, dos prédios de madeira, carros gordinhos e pretos estacionados na lateral com seus … Read More »