Criei um novo blog. Em vermelho.
Porque a fraternidade é vermelha.
Já que escrevo sobre gente simples
e sobre o amor fraternal, esta cor é
simbolicamente perfeita. Sem contar,
que é a cor do sangue. E sangue, bem,
é vital.
As atualizações serão feitas nele.
http://anapaulamaiaescritora.blogspot.com.br/
terça-feira, julho 23, 2013
terça-feira, março 26, 2013
segunda-feira, março 18, 2013
Entrevista para Globo News
Entrevista para Globo News
- no final da matéria sobre traduções de obras literárias
http://g1.globo.com/globo-news/jornal-das-dez/videos/t/todos-os-videos/v/tradutores-estrangeiros-visitam-brasil-para-conhecer-cultura/2354819/
- no final da matéria sobre traduções de obras literárias
http://g1.globo.com/globo-news/jornal-das-dez/videos/t/todos-os-videos/v/tradutores-estrangeiros-visitam-brasil-para-conhecer-cultura/2354819/
Programa Leituras
Entrevista para o programa Leituras - na TV Senado.
http://www.senado.gov.br/noticias/tv/videos/cod_midia_225167.flv
http://www.senado.gov.br/noticias/tv/videos/cod_midia_225167.flv
segunda-feira, janeiro 21, 2013
Entrevista.
Entrevista sobre tradução de A guerra dos bastardos para a Globo News
http://g1.globo.com/globo-news/jornal-das-dez/videos/t/todos-os-videos/v/tradutores-estrangeiros-visitam-brasil-para-conhecer-cultura/2354819/
*That´s all folks*
http://g1.globo.com/globo-news/jornal-das-dez/videos/t/todos-os-videos/v/tradutores-estrangeiros-visitam-brasil-para-conhecer-cultura/2354819/
*That´s all folks*
PUBLICAÇÃO
ROMANCES
* O habitante das falhas subterrâneas / Ana Paula Maia - Editora 7 letras / 2003
* A guerra dos bastardos / Ana Paula Maia - Editora Língua geral - 2007
* Entre rinhas de cachorros e porcos abatidos / Ana Paula Maia - Editora Record - 2009
(edição juvenil)
ROMANCES NO EXTERIOR
* Rat Kopilad - Editora
Rende - 2011 - Sérvia
* Dez contos para ler sentado / org. Tito Couto - Editora Caminho - 2012 - Portugal
ENSAIOS
* O habitante das falhas subterrâneas / Ana Paula Maia - Editora 7 letras / 2003
* A guerra dos bastardos / Ana Paula Maia - Editora Língua geral - 2007
* Entre rinhas de cachorros e porcos abatidos / Ana Paula Maia - Editora Record - 2009
* Carvão animal / Ana
Paula Maia - Editora Record - 2011
* O habitante das falhas
subterrâneas / Ana Paula Maia - Editora Oito e meio / 2012(edição juvenil)
(tradução de A guerra dos
bastardos)
ANTOLOGIAS NO BRASIL E EXTERIOR
* 50 versão de amor e prazer / org. Rinaldo Fernandes - Geração Editorial - 2012
* 50 versão de amor e prazer / org. Rinaldo Fernandes - Geração Editorial - 2012
* Dez contos para ler sentado / org. Tito Couto - Editora Caminho - 2012 - Portugal
* 90-00 - Cuentos
brasileños contemporáneos / org. Nelson de Oliveira e Maria Alzira Brum - 2012
- México
* O Livro Branco / org. Henrique Rodrigues - Editora Record - 2012
* O Livro Branco / org. Henrique Rodrigues - Editora Record - 2012
* Revista Brasileira - Publicação
da Academia Brasileira de Letras - Ano 2011/nº68 - Conto De Gados e Homens.
* Geração Zero Zero / org.
Nelson de Oliveira - Editora Record - 2011
* 10 cariocas / org.
Federico Lavezzo – Ferreyra editor (Argentina) - 2009
* 90-00 - Cuentos brasileños contemporáneos / org. Nelson de Oliveira e Maria Alzira Brum - 2009 - Peru
* 90-00 - Cuentos brasileños contemporáneos / org. Nelson de Oliveira e Maria Alzira Brum - 2009 - Peru
* Todas as Guerras -
Volume 1 (Tempos modernos) / Org. Nelson de Oliveira - Editora Bertrand Brasil
- 2009
* Blablablogue - crônicas
& confissões / organização Nelson de Oliveira - Editora Terracota - 2009
* 35 segredos para chegar
a lugar nenhum / organização Ivana Arruda Leite - Editora Bertrand Brasil -
2007
* Contos sobre tela /
organização Marcelo Moutinho - Editora Pinakotheke - 2005
* Sex´n´Bossa - Antologia di narrativa erotica brasiliana / organização Patrizia di Malta - Editora Mondadori - Itália - 2005
* Sex´n´Bossa - Antologia di narrativa erotica brasiliana / organização Patrizia di Malta - Editora Mondadori - Itália - 2005
* 25 mulheres que estão
fazendo a nova literatura brasileira / organização Luiz Rufatto - Editora
Record, 2004
ENSAIOS
* Contemporâneo -
Expressões da literatura brasileira no século XXI / por Beatriz Resende -
Editora Casa da Palavra: Biblioteca Nacional - 2008
(Livro de ensaio crítico que aborda no capítulo 9, o texto Entre rinhas de cachorros e porcos abatidos, de Ana Paula Maia).
(Livro de ensaio crítico que aborda no capítulo 9, o texto Entre rinhas de cachorros e porcos abatidos, de Ana Paula Maia).
* O Pós-Pós Moderno -
novos caminhos da prosa brasileira / org. Godofredo de Oliveira Neto - Editora
Luminária - 2011.
(Livro de ensaio crítico que no capítulo Uma visita ao naturalismo e aos valores humanistas, em Ana Paula Maia, sobre o texto Entre rinhas de cachorros e porcos abatidos, de Ana Paula Maia)
(Livro de ensaio crítico que no capítulo Uma visita ao naturalismo e aos valores humanistas, em Ana Paula Maia, sobre o texto Entre rinhas de cachorros e porcos abatidos, de Ana Paula Maia)
sábado, dezembro 08, 2012
Pré-venda
O HABITANTE DAS FALHAS SUBTERRÂNEAS já está na pré-venda em dois sites:
http://www.travessa.com.br/O_HABITANTE_DAS_FALHAS_SUBTERRANEAS/artigo/097e7f3a-d3f3-4d64-8597-6812879bfd24
http://www.lojasingular.com.br/o-habitante-das-falhas-subterraneas_9788563883162.html
http://www.travessa.com.br/O_HABITANTE_DAS_FALHAS_SUBTERRANEAS/artigo/097e7f3a-d3f3-4d64-8597-6812879bfd24
http://www.lojasingular.com.br/o-habitante-das-falhas-subterraneas_9788563883162.html
*That´s all folks*
quarta-feira, dezembro 05, 2012
Noite de autógrafos
Quase dez anos depois... Ariel Esperanto, protagonista de "O habitante das falhas subterrâneas" reparece, repaginado.
Dia 18 de dezembro, às 19h, será o relançamento do meu romance
O HABITANTE DAS FALHAS SUBTERRÂNEAS, agora numa versão juvenil, publicado
pela editora Oito e Meio.
LOCAL:
Espaço Oito e Meio - Travessa dos Tamoios, 32-C, Flamengo - Rio de Janeiro
Horário: 19h
Data: 18 de dezembro
Vamos lá folks!
Estão todos convidados.
*That´s all folks*
quarta-feira, novembro 14, 2012
Meu primeiro romance - meu primeiro juvenil
Esta é a capa da nova versão do meu primeiro romance, O habitante das falhas subterrâneas, publicado originalmente em 2003 pela editora 7Letras, essa versão é editada pela editora Oito e Meio. Quase 10 anos depois, o livro ganhou uma versão juvenil, com uma bela edição corrigida e capa inspirada em Saul Bass.
A nova versão tem orelha assinada por Santiago Nazarian e prefácio de Luiz Bras.
O trabalho de edição da Flávia Iriarte está caprichado.
Uau... DEZ anos! Sem contar que ano que vem lanço meu quinto livro, De gados e homens, que sai pela editora Record.
O habitante... logo, logo será impresso, e em breve divulgarei a data da noite de autógrafos que será ainda este ano, no Rio de Janeiro.
Para quem quiser receber o release do livro e maiores informações, escreva para: maiatravis@gmail.com
*That´s all folks*
quinta-feira, novembro 08, 2012
50 VERSÕES DE AMOR E PRAZER
A antologia de contos 50 VERSÕES DE AMOR E PRAZER organizada por Rinaldo Fernandes acaba de ser lançada pela editora Geração Editorial.
13 escritoras escreveram 4 contos.
O livro já começa a circular. É mesmo recente o lançamento e só postei quando vi algumas postagens sobre ele.
http://www.livrariasaraiva.com.br/produto/4266937/50-versoes-de-amor-e-prazer-col-muito-prazer/
Os meus quatro contos inéditos, devo dizer que não são de um prazer tão prazeroso e de um amor bondoso. Mas quem me conhece não vai estranhar. Aliás, gostei bastante dos contos ao ler todos os quatro na sequência.
E a sequência é...
Danado
Perversão
Fome
Tarantino
*That´s all folks*
13 escritoras escreveram 4 contos.
O livro já começa a circular. É mesmo recente o lançamento e só postei quando vi algumas postagens sobre ele.
http://www.livrariasaraiva.com.br/produto/4266937/50-versoes-de-amor-e-prazer-col-muito-prazer/
Os meus quatro contos inéditos, devo dizer que não são de um prazer tão prazeroso e de um amor bondoso. Mas quem me conhece não vai estranhar. Aliás, gostei bastante dos contos ao ler todos os quatro na sequência.
E a sequência é...
Danado
Perversão
Fome
Tarantino
*That´s all folks*
sexta-feira, agosto 24, 2012
Rio de janeiro e Minas Gerais.
SÁBADO, dia 25 de agosto, às 9h30, entrevista no programa Cidade de Leitores, no canal BAND (somente no Rio de Janeiro).
SEGUNDA-FEIRA, dia 27 de agosto, às 19h, na livraria Travessa de Ipanema, RJ - Lançamento da coletânea O LIVRO BRANCO (ed. Record)
TERÇA-FEIRA, dia 28 de agosto, às 19h30, no Museu de Artes e Ofícios, em BH - Evento OFÍCIO DA PALAVRA.
Local: Museu de Artes e Ofícios - Praça da Estação
BELO HORIZONTE
http://www.mao.com.br/port/imprensa.asp?opc=not&id_noticia=451&pg=1
SÁBADO, dia 01 de setembro, às 15h, Juiz de Froa - Evento AVE, PALAVRA, na livraria Terceira Margem. (Clique na imagem para ler).
*That´s all folks*
terça-feira, agosto 21, 2012
Duas coletâneas.
Duas coletâneas de contos são lançadas.
FICCIONAIS, organizada por Schneider Carpeggiani. O livro reúne textos publicados no SUPLEMENTO PERNAMBUCO, subintitulado: Escritores revelam o ato de forjar seus mundos.
Publiquei um texto sobre a concepção de Carvão animal, meu quarto romance
FICCIONAIS, organizada por Schneider Carpeggiani. O livro reúne textos publicados no SUPLEMENTO PERNAMBUCO, subintitulado: Escritores revelam o ato de forjar seus mundos.
Publiquei um texto sobre a concepção de Carvão animal, meu quarto romance
A outra é:
O LIVRO BRANCO, contos inspirados em músicas dos Beatles.
Meu conto se chama "O barbeiro e o besouro".
A noite de autógrafos será no dia 27 de agosto, na livraria da Travessa, em Ipanema - RJ - às 19h.
Saiba mais aqui:
*That´s all folks*
quarta-feira, agosto 08, 2012
Meu novo romance se chama DE GADOS E HOMENS.
(ainda sem data de lançamento).
Faz muito tempo que não escrevo no blog. Então, retorno para trazer notícias sobre o novo livro.
DE GADOS E HOMENS é um romance que se passa dois anos depois de "Carvão animal".
Enfim...
Tive que voltar.
O romance é sobre gados e homens, literalmente. O título é uma sinopse brevíssima do livro.Bem, eu queria passar algum tempo com o Edgar Wilson. Para quem não o conhece, é personagem de alguns de meus livros. Depois de Entre rinhas de cachorros e porcos abatidos (lançado em 2009), não tive mais tempo para ele. E comecei a sentir saudade de mim.
São quase cem laudas só de Edgar Wilson.
Ou seja, para quem gosta do personagem, vai se fartar. Edgar ganhou alguns bons companheiros nesse romance. Sinceramente, eu juro, que queria ficar lá com eles. Naquele lugar em que se passa a história.
Gostei demais, mas demais mesmo, de escrevê-lo. É mais seco que "Carvão animal" e de certa maneira, retomo ao "Entre rinhas de cachorros e porcos abatidos", porém com algumas sutilezas. No final das contas é coisa de macho. Sempre quis escrever sobre caçadores. Escrevi um conto, intitulado "Javalis no quintal" sobre caçadores de javali. Esse novo romance tem em alguns momentos a alma do caçador, mas ainda não é somente sobre caçadores. Ainda chego lá. Prometo.
Enfim... você vai abandonar de vez o seu hamburguer. hehe.
(ainda sem data de lançamento).
Faz muito tempo que não escrevo no blog. Então, retorno para trazer notícias sobre o novo livro.
DE GADOS E HOMENS é um romance que se passa dois anos depois de "Carvão animal".
Enfim...
Tive que voltar.
O romance é sobre gados e homens, literalmente. O título é uma sinopse brevíssima do livro.Bem, eu queria passar algum tempo com o Edgar Wilson. Para quem não o conhece, é personagem de alguns de meus livros. Depois de Entre rinhas de cachorros e porcos abatidos (lançado em 2009), não tive mais tempo para ele. E comecei a sentir saudade de mim.
São quase cem laudas só de Edgar Wilson.
Ou seja, para quem gosta do personagem, vai se fartar. Edgar ganhou alguns bons companheiros nesse romance. Sinceramente, eu juro, que queria ficar lá com eles. Naquele lugar em que se passa a história.
Gostei demais, mas demais mesmo, de escrevê-lo. É mais seco que "Carvão animal" e de certa maneira, retomo ao "Entre rinhas de cachorros e porcos abatidos", porém com algumas sutilezas. No final das contas é coisa de macho. Sempre quis escrever sobre caçadores. Escrevi um conto, intitulado "Javalis no quintal" sobre caçadores de javali. Esse novo romance tem em alguns momentos a alma do caçador, mas ainda não é somente sobre caçadores. Ainda chego lá. Prometo.
Enfim... você vai abandonar de vez o seu hamburguer. hehe.
*That´s all folks*
sexta-feira, junho 22, 2012
Read the first chapter of "In between dogfights and pigs slain" in english.
Read the first chapter of "In between dogfights and pigs slain" in english.
In between dogfights and slain pigs
“No man
should be allowed to be the
President who does not understand hogs.”
Harry Truman, former U.S. President
Chapter 1
You shouldn’t
stick it in pigs
who ain’t yours
As he bides time for pigs, Edgar Wilson sighs
for the eighth time in this sultry Friday. By his listless gaze, it would seem
like he wouldn’t mind waiting as long as required, but in spite of his enduring
aloofness he does fret, in his very own way. It was the second time the cargo was
late in four days and he’d have no choice but to tell his employer about it.
He had planned on leaving early to go to Cristovam’s
bar, place a few bets on Jackal – a devil’s reject of a dog, that once tore off
the head of Geppetto, a mutt twice his size –, and then meeting Rosemary, his
fiancée. No big news about all this, every Friday is the same and in no way
Edgar Wilson’s daily grind bothers him. Here, in the hot, stifling, forsaken, neglected
outskirts, in the backyard of a grocery that smelled of cockroaches, there is
no bigger disappointment than the pig cargo running late and no bigger
expectations than seeing them all hanging from hooks in the cold-storage room.
Edgar Wilson knew that, under that kind of new
moon, Jackal’s guts would be boiling out and his claws would be glistening. He
would certainly win three times more than his bet; it could even be enough to
propose Rosemary – she demanded a new fridge before they could tie the knots
for good. Trouble is, he had been questioning Rosemary’s fidelity, because lately
she had been constantly claiming a need to sleep in her employer’s house, who had
been demanding a very early start for her cleaning routine Tuesdays and
Thursdays. But not to give a lot of thought to anything at all comprises his
character. He had always believed that Divine Providence took care of burdens
that were too heavy, and in Divine Providence Edgar Wilson keeps his faith. “Why
to become anxious if this won’t add a cubit to your height, or make a white
strand of your hair turn black?”, as Father Guilhermino Anchieta used to say.
In between dogfights and slain dogs, Edgar Wilson
doesn’t bitch about life.
The remote growl of an engine makes him put
out a cigarette on a bunch of ants that gathers around his latest spittle. He
notices a reddish hue on it and fears some kind of disease. He checks his
watch, puts on his rubber boots, then stands up. He watches the pickup as it
comes near while he walks to the phone behind the desk to call Gerson, his
helper, who claims to be having kidney trouble.
— Didn’t you just give your sister a kidney?
— That was last year.
— Right... that’s right. Cargo’s late again.
— Second time this week.
— Gotta tell the boss about it.
— I’m sorry, Edgar, but this kidney has got
me good.
— I see...
— I can send you Pedro.
— Can he bone at all?
— Just a sec.
Gerson, in cold sweats and in pain,
shuffles around on the couch finding the best possible position to yell the
question: “Pedro, can you bone stuff?”
Pedro takes a while to show up in the
living room, a red towel wrapped around his waist, holding a wooden spoon:
— What are you making? — Gerson asks.
— Cake.
— Did you go out and bought some wheat
flour?
— No. I’m using the one from the blue pot.
— Did you forget what I told yoou, Pedro?
— What?
— About the flour in the blue pot.
Pedro glances at the wooden spoon he’s
holding and licks off the remainder of the filling that’s threatening to drip off.
He chews it for a second, sighing. This filling is scrumptious and Pedro seems to
be proud of his nice job.
— And what about it? — he asks, after swallowing.
— It’s got worms on it. I told you to throw
it out.
Pedro scratches his head, then replies:
— I sifted out the worms.
Gerson displays no reaction to his reply.
— I sifted them all out, I swear.
Gerson turns back to the turned-on TV.
Pedro stands still holding his wooden spoon and both laugh of the laughter
broadcasted in a cooking show. He notes the phone in his brother’s hand.
— Gerson, did you call me? — he says,
pointing to the phone.
— Oh... can you bone stuff?
Pedro
gives it some thought.
— Don’t know. Not really sure.
— Edgar’s asking.
— You mean, like, sorting out the guts, the
liver, the...
— The meat from the bone... that kind of
thing.
Pedro gives it some more thought. He goes
back to the kitchen with no further words. Then he returns.
— Remember Matilda’s dog, Tinho?
Gerson seems rather lost, but he promptly
answers with a nod. The towel drops off Pedro’s waist.
— These boxers are mine — says Gerson.
Pedro doesn’t answer and goes back to the kitchen.
— Edgar, do you remember Matilda’s Tinho?
— I do.
— That was Pedro’s doing.
— Then tell him the cargo’s just in.
— Right.
— And what about your kidney? I mean the
good one, the one inside your sister.
— I think it’s doing fine.
— Ever consider getting it back? I mean,
when you gave it to her, you didn’t need it, you wouldn’t miss it, but now it’s
different.
— Yeah, I know. Looks like she’s got cancer.
— Then she won’t be needing it much longer,
will she?
— I think not. Listen, did I leave that Chuck
Norris vid at your place?
— M.I.A.?
— M.I.A. III.
— I only got M.I.A. II. Not III.
— I think I lost that video. It’s going to
be such a gap in my collection.
Silence.
— Are you going to let your young, healthy
kidney get eaten away by your sister’s cancer?
— Seems like she’s starting that balding
procedure soon.
— Right... it’s radiation who’s going to be
killing your kidney, then.
— Do you really think so?
— I
think your kidney’s history.
* * *
Pedro squats at the back of the grocery,
caressing the pig that awaits his turn to get slaughtered, while Edgar Wilson, leaning
through the pickup’s window, sorts out some troublesome issues:
— Tenth time I’m going to repeat this: I
ordered two hogs —says Edgar to the pickup driver.
— But this pig counts as two.
— No way. I need two hogs. That was the
deal. My boss’ not gonna be happy at all.
— We’ve lost one of the hogs on the way
here. The road here is way too potholed.
— What do you mean you’ve lost a hog? A
pig’s not a trinket you could just lose. I can’t account for it. I need two hogs.
— I brought you a pretty big porker.
Make use of it.
The guy rapidly drives off, leaving Edgar Wilson’s
eyes full of dust.
* * *
— Pedro, quit smooching this pig and get me
that knife over there — says Edgar Wilson, who soon mutes as he thinks about
the two guys’ swindle. If he can’t find a reasonable solution to his plight,
he’ll have to bear the loss. With his wages, there wouldn’t be much left by the
end of the month.
Pedro points to some giblets in a bowl over
the table.
— When I cut Tinho open, there was less
stuff inside of him.
— Those came from a robust hog, not skinny
Tinho. I bet all he had inside that belly was wind. — grumbles Edgar, gathering
some hooks on the table.
— And a frog.
Edgar faces Pedro for a few seconds, pensive.
— Yes sirree, a frog. And a living one, too.
— pinpoints Pedro.
— Now what world are we living in?
Edgar Wilson picks up the axe lying on the
floor.
Pedro brings him the knife and stands by.
— That fucker was carrying a live frog
inside his stomach, that damn dog.
— What did you do to the frog?
— I decided to raise Gilda in captivity.
Edgar commands Pedro to put down the knife
and hold the animal. Pedro approaches the pig, which slips through his hands.
— Don’t let him run away — yells Edgar.
— That blade scared him — replies Pedro
while chasing the pig.
The animal scrambles and scampers in distress,
tipping over the giblet bowl which falls to the floor. One of the hooks Edgar
left over the table falls on him, nailing into his pink skin, into one of his
ribs. Yet, the animal successfully reaches the barbed wire fence, even though
he’s cutting himself while forcing himself in; but just before he’s on the
other side, the hook is caught in the fence, and his grunts of pain and
distress grow louder and louder. Gently, Pedro tries to free him from the fence;
the hog, though, feels Pedro’s heat on his back and becomes even balkier. He finally
sets himself free from the fence as the hook tears his skin, exposing a juicy
rib. Both Edgar Wilson and Pedro have to climb over the fence and trespass into
the neighbor’s backyard. The pig runs to the chickens which scamper around it clucking,
and Edgar Wilson freezes as one of them darts towards him. He screams while throwing
out his arms and climbs back the wire fence, tearing his pants in the process.
Pedro catches up with the protesting swine and hauls him back, laughing at
Edgar’s flee from the chickens.
— What’s this, Edgar... are you chickening
out?
— Shut up and bring me that damn pig! — he
answers as he puts himself back together.
— I’ve never seen an animal that desperate
— Pedro remarks.
— I have — Edgar replies.
Edgar Wilson suffers from a rare kind of
irrational, disproportionate, morbid, persevering aversion to chickens. Since it
makes him so embarrassed, he keeps it secret.
Pedro firmly holds down the pig while Edgar
Wilson picks up the axe.
— Don’t you let it go again — grumbles
Edgar, lighting a cigarette, to soon lift up the axe. He halts as his brow
becomes a questioning frown. Letting is arms fall, he purses his lips with an
inquisitive look on his face.
— Why did you keep the frog for?
— ‘Cause Gilda’s a survivor. Such amazing
amount of will to live inside such a tiny creature. She’s an inspiration —
Pedro replies musingly.
The answer seems to satisfy him. Once more
he helds the axe high, then slices off the animal’s head, who topples over on
its side while letting out a terrible, consummate groan and squirting out a
trail of blood into Pedro’s left eye. He leaps back at once.
— Did you know your brother’s noticed that that
Braddock tape’s missing?
For a few seconds Pedro’s vision is blurred
and, so, he lumbers to the washtub to clean his eye. That mean pig, he mutters times
without end. While still bent over the tub he questions back:
— M.I.A.
II?
While
he’s standing up, Edgar Wilson skygazes, wondering that if the new moon isn’t good
enough, maybe Jackal won’t have much of a winning chance.
— You’d better retrieve it from your friend
— says Edgar.
— But he’s out of town — replies Pedro, leaving
the tub with his eye clean and his vision restored.
— Bring me that knife — says Edgar Wilson who
wipes the sweat from his brow and puffs deeply before leaning over the animal.
— I can’t tell when he’s coming back and
he’s not from around here. I’d nearly have to cut across the town.
—You’ll have to sort this out. He’s looking
for his tape. He really cares about this movie.
The knife mightly tears the hog’s heart,
that spurts out a little blood from pressure. The phone rings again. Edgar
thinks of how lame this Friday’s turning out. He cleans his hands on his dingy
apron and stands up.
— He’s still alive!
— He’ll bleed to death, the fucker. Five
minutes at most. Then we’ll slit him open — says Edgar Wilson.
— What do I do?
— You
pick up those giblets.
* * *
— Hello?
— Edgar, I think you’re right.
— Gerson?
— I think that kidney should go back into the
place it belongs to.
— Do you really think so?
— No question.
— I agree with you.
Silence.
— Then we coincide.
— Yeah — Edgar Wilson waves away some flies
who land on his face.
— Is everything alright?
— I need to go back.
He rings off and sips coffee along with a
piece of yesterday’s bread. He munches it for a while, then goes back to the
shop – that’s how he calls the makeshift slaughterhouse at the back of the
grocery store. On the floor, the animal’s blood; in the air, a ferrous tang.
Against the wall, a leaning Pedro relieves himself into the animal he calls Rosemary
in between dragging moans. As he porks the pig, a yellow liquid flows off his
ripped chest.
— Rosemary — whispers Edgar Wilson.
Pedro mildens his pig-banging and finally
puts his pants back on.
— Rosemary? — persists Edgar Wilson.
Crestfallen, Pedro is speechless. Edgar coldly
orders Pedro to fetch him a alcohol glass behind the counter.
He obeys.
Silent, he drenches the animal in alcohol,
then sets it on fire. A bonfire splits Edgar Wilson from Pedro as the pig rapidly
crackles. Edgar’s eyes glare at the red-hot animal. Pervaded by the fire, his
look shifts to Pedro.
— I think you shouldn’t get into pigs who
don’t belong to you.
Pedro looks back at Edgar Wilson in fear
and stammers:
— There’s no need for your boss to hear about
it.
Edgar picks up a water bucket and quenches
the sizzling animal. It’s a woeful smell. A grave Pedro firmly stands on the
opposite side of the rising, stinging grey fumes. With his blade, Edgar Wilson
starts to scrape off the hog’s hide. He stops, pointing the knife at Pedro.
— Just scrape it off.
Pedro takes the knife from Edgar’s hand
and, leaned over the hog, scrapes off its scorched skin with a whimper stuck in
his throat. Edgar Wilson goes into the grocery store and calls Gerson.
— Is
that Braddock tape really so important to you?
— Yeah, but I guess I can get my hands on
another one. Sure its sentimental value counts, but what’s a man to do?
— That’s all I needed to know.
Edgar Wilson goes back into the shop as
Pedro quietly scrapes off the pig’s skin. He picks up the axe off the floor and
approaches the young man. He lights another cigarette, puffs it very deeply and
feels invigorated. He stares at Pedro thinking about Rosemary. He raises the
axe and drops it on his head, which quickly spins to the right. Pedro falls
down, squirming. Perhaps she’s fond of fruity magnets. He could get her some,
no hassle. But he can’t remember her favorite fruits. That makes him a bit
vexed. Pedro’s still squirming.
— What’s her favorite fruit?
Edgar stoops over Pedro and repeats the
question.
While touching his destroyed left ear, he
looks pitifully at Edgar, who sternly awaits an answer. His demanding look extracts
a whisper of an answer.
— Wild strawberries.
— What’s this damn fruit? I never heard of
it.
— Her employer’s influence.
Now Pedro’s holding his own ear and shaking
with fear. He notices a hole in his head, a hole that wasn’t there before.
He touches the moist mass and it’s like if
he had touched upon his thoughts.
— What’s her second-favorite fruit?
— Peaches — he answers, whimpering.
Edgar murmurs to himself, “Peaches”. He needs
to take a note before he forgets it. He repeats it on and on as he reaches the
grocery counter. He writes it down and ponders that he never took the trouble
to learn Rosemary’s favorite fruit. He thinks about the wild strawberries and
they had thorns. At least that’s the way he pictured them. Lip-chafing berries.
He goes back to the shop and Pedro drags himself on the floor, moaning,
smearing himself with the pig’s tepid blood. Edgar approaches.
— You shouldn’t stick it in pigs who ain’t
yours.
Pedro closes his eyes when he notices the
second blow, which takes his face apart into a shapeless goo, which immediately
reminds Edgar Wilson how Gerson’s kidney is going to get if he doesn’t take
some immediate action. It was very upsetting.
Edgar Wilson opens up the hog from snout to
tail and extracts his organs and guts. It was a real wonder being allowed to peer
into those entrails. A stuffed belly which would make some good Reals. But he
grumbles about how little a man’s work is worth. That porker’s belly nearly makes
up his salary, but just after being done he feels content, for his life’s
really good.
Out of sheer curiosity, Edgar Wilson tears Pedro
in half, removes his organs and marvels at his weight. Pedro’s as worthy as
most hogs, and his guts, paunch, lungs would make up for the other pig’s loss.
That guy had deceptive looks about him. People would never suspect him of
having an affair with Rosemary, much less of carrying a fortune in guts inside
his belly. Edgar Wilson is amazed of having ever underestimated Pedro. He’d
grind his remains in the meat grinder along with the bone bag contents, then
sell it for the making of dog food.
Once the job’s done, he has
two beers at Cristovam’s and wins three times more than the bet he had placed
on Jackal. The damn mutt seemed possessed today. In the sky, the moon was high
and the Divine Providence again took away his too-heavy burden. Overtaken by so
many feelings, he realizes he’s a very lucky man for not having money deducted
off his wage and for having asked Rosemary’s hand in marriage. Tasting the
peaches he gave her, she says yes, misty in the eyes, as Edgar promises to give
her a new fridge, complete with fruity magnets, the bitch.
(tradução de Simone Campos)
quinta-feira, maio 24, 2012
Tacacá e o cobra.
Faz meses que não abasteço o blog. Com o Facebook e o Twitter até esqueço do blog. Enfim, é um bom lugar para reunir material. No início de maio estive na I Bienal do Livro do Amazonas. Ocorreu na capital, Manaus. Foi bem bacana o papo com o Sérgio Rodrigues. Semana passada teve uma feira do livro em Monte Alto, interior de São Paulo.
Hoje postei no facebook um trecho de um certo filme... o diálogo é tão impressionante que eu vou compartilhar aqui no blog. Eu tenho muita admiração pelo cinema da década de 80. Era de uma ousadia e irreverência extraordinária.
"Vai fundo... eu não faço compra aqui"
Venho pouco ao blog, mas o meu humor continua o mesmo.
No final do ano, o meu primeiro romance O HABITANTE DAS FALHAS SUBTERRÂNEAS ganhará uma nova edição, revista por mim, com alterações e ajustes, focado no público juvenil. É o mesmo livro, redirecionado. A editora responsável pela nova edição é a Oito Meio http://www.oitoemeio.com.br/
*That´s all folks*
sábado, janeiro 28, 2012
Entrevista para TV Educativa do Paraná - Programa Um Escritor da Biblioteca - 2011.
Parte 1:
http://www.e-parana.pr.gov.br/modules/video/showVideo.php?video=2850
Parte 2:
http://www.e-parana.pr.gov.br/modules/video/showVideo.php?video=2851
Parte 3:
http://www.e-parana.pr.gov.br/modules/video/showVideo.php?video=2851
Parte 1:
http://www.e-parana.pr.gov.br/modules/video/showVideo.php?video=2850
Parte 2:
http://www.e-parana.pr.gov.br/modules/video/showVideo.php?video=2851
Parte 3:
http://www.e-parana.pr.gov.br/modules/video/showVideo.php?video=2851
quinta-feira, dezembro 29, 2011
A obra de Ana Paula Maia chega ao meio digital
Já estão à venda nas livrarias digitais os livros eletrônicos (eBooks) CARVÃO ANIMAL E ENTRE RINHAS DE CACHORROS E PORCOS ABATIDOS, de Ana Paula Maia. O eBook está no formato ePub, o mais aceito nos variados aparelhos onde se pode ler livros digitais, dos eReaders (Nook, Sony Reader, Alpha e outros) aos Smartphones, do iPad ao iPhone, passando ainda pelos PCs (computadores pessoais). Só não é aceito, por enquanto, no Kindle, que exige o formato Mobi, que é exclusivo da Amazon. (Mas negociações estão em curso e imagina-se que no meio do ano que vem estejam por lá também).
Os livros podem ser comprados através de download nas seguintes livrarias on line:
Saraiva (http://www.livrariasaraiva.com.br/)
Cultura (http://www.livrariacultura.com.br/)
Curitiba (http://www.livrariascuritiba.com.br/)
Copia (Submarino)(http://submarino.thecopia.com/home/index.html)
Livraria Abril(http://www.iba.com.br/)
Livraria positivo(http://livros.mundopositivo.com.br/)
Já estão à venda nas livrarias digitais os livros eletrônicos (eBooks) CARVÃO ANIMAL E ENTRE RINHAS DE CACHORROS E PORCOS ABATIDOS, de Ana Paula Maia. O eBook está no formato ePub, o mais aceito nos variados aparelhos onde se pode ler livros digitais, dos eReaders (Nook, Sony Reader, Alpha e outros) aos Smartphones, do iPad ao iPhone, passando ainda pelos PCs (computadores pessoais). Só não é aceito, por enquanto, no Kindle, que exige o formato Mobi, que é exclusivo da Amazon. (Mas negociações estão em curso e imagina-se que no meio do ano que vem estejam por lá também).
Os livros podem ser comprados através de download nas seguintes livrarias on line:
Saraiva (http://www.livrariasaraiva.com.br/)
Cultura (http://www.livrariacultura.com.br/)
Curitiba (http://www.livrariascuritiba.com.br/)
Copia (Submarino)(http://submarino.thecopia.com/home/index.html)
Livraria Abril(http://www.iba.com.br/)
Livraria positivo(http://livros.mundopositivo.com.br/)
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