{"id":281056,"date":"2010-12-08T16:17:57","date_gmt":"2010-12-08T16:17:57","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.wdev.rochester.edu\/College\/translation\/threepercent-dev\/2010\/12\/08\/andres-ressia-colino-grantas-best-of-young-spanish-language-novelists\/"},"modified":"2018-04-16T16:28:24","modified_gmt":"2018-04-16T16:28:24","slug":"andres-ressia-colino-grantas-best-of-young-spanish-language-novelists","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.rochester.edu\/College\/translation\/threepercent\/2010\/12\/08\/andres-ressia-colino-grantas-best-of-young-spanish-language-novelists\/","title":{"rendered":"Andres Ressia Colino [Granta's Best of Young Spanish-Language Novelists]"},"content":{"rendered":"

As we mentioned a couple Fridays ago,<\/a> we’re going to spend the next 9 days highlighting all of the authors selected for<\/em> Granta’s _“Best of Young Spanish-Language Novelists” special issue. All past and future posts related to this issue can be found by clicking here.<\/a><\/p>\n

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Today we’re looking at Uruguayan author Andres Ressia Colino, whose “Scenes from a Comfortable Life” was translated by Katherine Silver.<\/em><\/p>\n

We haven’t talked about this much, but the breakdown of authors included in the Granta<\/em> special issue is pretty heavily weighted toward Spain and Argentina. To be exact, of the 22 authors included, 8 are from Argentina, 6 from Spain, 2 from both Chile and Peru, and 1 a piece from Bolivia, Mexico, Colombia, and Uruguay. I’m not sure this necessarily means<\/em> anything, but it’s kind of interesting to notice and to speculate about. (My momentary theory: The vast number of independent small presses in Buenos Aires have helped continue the long, vibrant literary tradition in Argentina. And Spain is just pretty. With lots of interesting things to write about.)<\/p>\n

During our Twitter Party last week, there was a bit of conversation about whether to look at authors as belonging to a tradition based on their country or on their language. (Personally, I think authors belong more to a stylistic tradition that is built out of influences from all over the globe, in translation, in their native language, with time delays, coincidences, etc. This is why I like The Delighted States<\/em> so much.) <\/p>\n

I’m not particularly well versed in Uruguayan literature—although I am a huge fan of Juan Carlos Onetti—but reading this piece by Andres Ressia Colino reinforces the belief that literature is not bound by territory. It’s true that some pieces may be more focused on local politics than others, but the way<\/em> these stories are told (the most important aspect, in my opinion) isn’t necessarily local. <\/p>\n

Before excerpting Colino’s work, here’s a set-up from a piece on Granta<\/em>‘s website by Ben Rice:<\/a><\/p>\n

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The fathers of girlfriends, or wives, are always interesting for male writers. Why? Because they offer a tantalizing and often disturbing insight into what we ourselves might become down the track.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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And they seem always to be in a position of power. This is because of their age, their experience and because they have something over us: they have long ago committed to and experienced a long-term relationship with a woman who is a genetic prototype of our own partners. They have been where we have yet to go. [. . .]<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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In his story “Scenes from a Comfortable Life,” Andr\u00e9s Ressia Colino explores the \u2018meet the parents\u2019 formula. It\u2019s familiar territory, but Colino handles it with originality and subtlety. The father knows exactly what it is to be in the role of the young suitor. And the young man knows he knows. And as the men tinker with cars in the garage, and charge a battery, they are not just male-bonding but partaking in a primitive and rather disturbing ritual.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

And here’s the opening section of “Scenes from a Comfortable Life”:<\/p>\n

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Family Matters<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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It was on a Sunday afternoon in spring, a family lunch at the house in Carrasco. The servant is clearing up the coffee cups under the watchful gaze of Isabela, Virna\u2019s svelte mother. Bruno, her hefty Teutonic father, interrupts the conversation and turns to me: How would you like to drive the Peugeot? It\u2019s a little old but . . . I hesitate, am astonished, like a child who\u2019s just watched a magic trick he doesn\u2019t understand, as Virna smiles at me, made happy, or rather intrigued, by her father\u2019s noble gesture, and she tries to encourage me to say yes. Moments later we are in the garden watching as the garage door rises and rolls up slowly. We wait a few seconds until Bruno drives out in a white Land Rover Discovery, parks on the side of the driveway, gets out, smiles at us and returns to the garage. Then he brings out an aqua-blue Mercedes-Benz C250. He parks it next to the Discovery and on his way back to the garage motions enthusiastically for me to come join him. Between the two of us, we bring out a blue Yamaha 1800 jet ski on its own trailer, a Zodiac-style inflatable boat and a heavy old Z\u00fcndapp scooter. Then we move several bicycles, a lawnmower, a ping-pong table and, finally, There it is, Bruno says. The first car I bought when I came to Uruguay. Now let\u2019s see if we can get it started, he adds. It hasn\u2019t been moved for about two years.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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We push it outside. Don\u2019t worry, Bruno says, the battery is dead but we can charge it with the Discovery. It then occurs to Isabela that this is a good opportunity to clean the garage floor, and she calls the servant to do it. In the meantime, Virna is looking through some of the cabinets. She finds hockey sticks, rackets, balls and dozens of objects that remind her of how active and competitive she was when she was a teenager. Let\u2019s play tennis one of these days, darling, she shouts to me from the garage. I\u2019m standing next to the Peugeot, trying to be useful in some way while Bruno gets to work on the engine. I look at her and make a gesture that means something like, what a good idea! but she has her back to me, caught up in what she\u2019s doing, so for a second I check out her body, I look at her ass, then quickly turn my attention back to Bruno. Just at that point he looks up, intercepting my gaze and producing an awkward moment in which suddenly the idea \u2018sex with Virna\u2019 flashes through my mind, and at the same instant it seems as though Bruno, who is staring at me, can also see that idea. Suddenly, it is as if Virna\u2019s voice saying play tennis reverberates between the two of us but as if she had said have sex, and he is the father and it\u2019s obvious that we do it, and that\u2019s why I am there and why he wants to let me use his car, because I am his daughter\u2019s boyfriend, for only three months so far, but for some reason he\u2019s taken a liking to me and perhaps that is reason enough. After all, it\u2019s so obvious, their lives are not going to change in any substantial way because he lets me use his Peugeot; but making sex so explicit, even though nobody has, in fact, explicitly said anything, is surely uncomfortable, and I feel as though I won\u2019t be able to breathe normally until, mercifully, this strange exchange of looks ends. It lasted only a second. I breathe. Bruno turns back to his task, looks at the oil stick and says, in a low voice, How about you open the cap? I\u2019m going to get . . . He points, then returns to the garage, wiping his fingers on a rag. Virna comes running up to me while I struggle to open the cap that isn\u2019t budging. Look, she says. She\u2019s holding a professional tennis racket and an old ball she bounces next to the car. Let\u2019s play later? She prances a few metres over to a green wall that stretches away from the garage, and uses it as a backboard, contributing a rhythmic tapping to the afternoon. Finally I open the cap so we can fill up the oil. Bruno still hasn\u2019t returned. When he appears, I am watching Virna run back and forth after the ball. He looks at me, but there are no more strange exchanges. Blank mind. OK, let\u2019s fill it, and then we\u2019ll hook it up to the Discovery and see if it\u2019ll start. Pock, plock; plock, ponk, the sound of the ball Virna\u2019s hitting accompanies the stream of oil Bruno is pouring into the dirty, greasy engine. Pock, plock. Bruno! Isabela shouts out from somewhere. He keeps the oil flowing with a steady hand. The ball hits the wall again, I hear the scrape of Virna\u2019s shoes on the ground, I picture her sprinting to hit the ball, I imagine her in a short white tennis skirt. I resist. I watch the oil flowing. Bruno, darling! The clacking of Isabela\u2019s heels announces her arrival from the house. I look up. She comes up behind Bruno with her lovely breasts and semi-transparent silk dress. I think about Virna\u2019s breasts. Darling, I\u2019m going to take the SUV<\/span> to Mar\u00eda Laura\u2019s, Isabela says. I expect this to create a conflict, because Bruno needs the Discovery to charge the battery, but I soon realize that Virna\u2019s mother is talking about another SUV<\/span>, the bigger, darker one that is parked on the pavement. Bruno finishes filling up the oil and stands up straight. Kiss, Isabela says, and they kiss each other in front of me, briefly but not without passion. She walks away, clacking her heels and brushing down her dress. Bruno intercepts my gaze . . . He must be thinking about sex now.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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The sun is setting by the time we manage to start up the Peugeot and take it out on to the street. Then we put everything back in the garage. Virna went into the house earlier, so we tell her the good news when we come in; by now we\u2019re a bit tired. After carefully washing our hands \u2013 each in a different bathroom \u2013 Bruno offers me whiskey to celebrate, and he stretches out on the sofa to watch the Bundesliga\u2019s most important plays of the day on the gigantic screen. Not sure to what extent I should continue to thank Bruno humbly or start to behave like the already consecrated son-in-law, I decide to sit quietly and watch television while Virna holds a long conversation on the telephone at the far end of the room.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This story gets really interesting in the third section—“Facing Facts”—when Bruno sits Jimmy down to grill him about what happened the night before, what drugs they took . . .<\/p>\n

Tomorrow we’ll have an interview with Elvira Navarro.<\/p>\n

Till then, remember to subscribe now<\/a> and receive this issue for free . . . <\/p>\n

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