We share the magnificent and spontaneous post by Germano António de Oliveira about the novel “O tempo entre nos dados”, by Manuel Andrade. Now on sale in all major bookstores across the country:
“I just read a book that is a philosophical treatise on life. A manual that every man, fifty or not, should, at least once in his life – READ! This work, which in my opinion as a reader with five decades and many lines read, it is comparable to the incomparable, it is a whole new style, a poetic chain of 245 pages that never ceases to surprise us by the greatness of its intention and above all by the wealth of resources that captivate us from beginning to end without us ever expecting more, because what we have at present is already so much. Is it a novel? Is it poetry? Is it an essay? It’s damn it, because that’s what it is – would say the author, who invites us to walk carefree through the park, kicking leaves and branches from here to there, but in a constant throbbing of emotions living time, passing time, in the way that it is worth passing and that is – looking at it in the face, knowing that it passes, but that it is well spent, because this book is exactly that , our time is passing – WELL SPENT!
Cohen, this wizard of lyrics and music, is a perfect condiment, listening to him in the background will make this recipe even more appetizing, then just choose the red or champagne to go with it and let it dance until the end of love, Yes, because everything has an end, even this book that talks about the deepest of existential fears, or if it’s not the one that torments us most, it should be. But damn, I’m not a literary critic, fuck it! And that’s exactly why when I finished reading this wonderful work, damn it, I picked up the phone and fuck it, because I’m from the North and I have the great happiness and pride of being a friend of the author, I called him and said: – Manel, I I could say a thousand things about what I just read, but I’ll just say this – HOLY SHIT, THIS BOOK IS AWESOME!!! After immersing myself in these white pages, filled with wonderful adjectives and memories of my own life, like that of anyone who reads it, I went to make love with my wife, because that is the best way to spend our time, to fuck a woman, love your wife!
This book just doesn’t change my life, because my fears and desires and my more than fifty years are the same as the author’s, but I tell you, if I looked at a forest in two dimensions, today I look at it in three, I look closely beyond a screen, I look well beyond the pine tree that I see in the first line, I can observe the squirrel that is more than fifty meters away, because this book is the perfect enlargement of the diopters that allows us to see much further than when the we began to devour. I just end up with a perfectly agnostic quote that is nothing more than: NOT READING THIS BOOK IS A CAPITAL SIN, DAMN IT!”