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>Yo tengo el mejor recuerdo de Pedro (...) él era un hombre tímido y creo que muchos países fueron injustos con él. En España, sí lo consideraban, pero como indiano; un mero caribeño. Y aquí en Buenos Aires, creo que no le perdonamos el ser dominicano, el ser, quizás mulato; el ser ciertamente judío -el apellido Henríquez, como el mío, es judeo-portugués-. Y aquí él fue profesor adjunto de un señor, de cuyo nombre no quiero acordarme; que no sabía nada de la materia, y Henríquez -que sabía muchísimo- tuvo que ser su adjunto. No pasa un día sin que yo lo recuerde...
—Borges

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>Tengo la impresión de que Henríquez Ureña —claro que es absurdo decir eso— de que él había leído todo, todo. Y al mismo tiempo, que él no usaba eso para abrumar en la conversación. Era un hombre muy cortés, y —como los japoneses— prefería que el interlocutor tuviera razón, lo cual es una virtud bastante rara, sobre todo en este país, ¿no?

>>24563170 (OP)
The Un-divine Comedy by Zygmunt Krasiński
>The plot of the drama takes place in the near future, where Krasiński used recent contemporary events, such as the French Revolution, and the ensuing power struggle between the Jacobins and other factions as inspiration and extrapolating a number of social trends, describing a fictional pan-European revolution against the Christian aristocracy.The protagonist of the drama, Count Henry, is a conflicted poet, who finds himself leading, together with his fellow aristocrats, a defense of the Holy Trinity castle, against revolutionary forces professing democratic and atheist ideals, commanded by a leader named Pancras . In the end, both sides are portrayed as a failure: while the revolutionaries take the castle, their leader increasingly doubts the righteousness of their cause, and the drama ends with him seeing a vision of Christianity triumphing after all.

The play is divided into four parts and thirty-two scenes.The first two parts of the work build up the character of Count Henry, focusing on his private life as a husband, father, and artist; while the next two are focused on large revolutionary struggle.

BTW, he was only 23 when he wrote his most famous work

>>24563170 (OP)
Erhart Kästner. I made a similar thread a couple of weeks ago and got no replies.

Je suis une main qui pense à des murs de fleurs
à des fleurs de murs
à des fleurs mûres.

C’est pour regarder la vie que je lis interminablement
le cristal du futur de cristal

Le réservoir du cendrier
pourquoi des villes de café y surgir ?
des plantations de pauvres gens
soleils de fagots fertiles
violoncelles senteur de mauves.

C’est en songeant à construire un verger de frères
que pour pleurer je descends mon bras
que je mets ma vie dans mes larmes

Les grands châteaux poires pourries
avec quoi des vieillards à femmes mutuelles
lapident leurs vacheries
les églises de faux sentiments
l’écroulement des cadavres
les haines dans les schistes séculaires.

Quand le marteau se lève
quand les bûchers vont flamber noir
sur le peuple déterminé

Les cadavres purifiés par le feu
et le fracassement des crânes de béton

L’horizon que je vois libéré
par l’amour et pour l’amour.

(Paul-Marie Lapointe, Le vierge incendié, 1948)

>>24563170 (OP)
Lawrence Dunning.
Author of "Taking Liberty".
An action/thriller international conspiracy deal.
Kind of his one hit wonder, I suppose.
When there was nothing else to read when I was young? I would re-read books and this one was one of the re-readers.
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Had it all. Cool unique plot. International scenes. Good characters, and they were credible, too. No good guy wearing a cape. The bad guy was very bad, but you respected him in some weird way. This was before publishing got first "PC" and then went "woke".
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For an author I liked his one book a lot? I'll pull Dunning out of my ass.

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I worshipped, when my veins were fresh,
A glorious fabric of this flesh,
Where all her skill in living lines
And colour (that its form enshrines)
Nature had lavished: in that guess
She had gathered up all loveliness.
All beauty of flesh, and blood, and bone
I saw there; ay, by impulse known,
All the miracle, the power,
Of being had come there to flower.
Each part was perfect in the whole;
The body was one with the soul;
And heedful not, nor having art,
To see them in a several part,
I fell before the flesh, and knew
All spirit in terms of that flesh too.

But blood must wither like the rose:
’Tis wasting as the minute goes;
And flesh, whose shows were wonders high,
Looks piteous when it puts them by.
The shape I had so oft embraced
Was sealed up, and in earth was placed—
And yet not so; for, hovering free,
Some wraith of it remained with me:
Some subtle influence that brings
A new breath to all beautous things,
Some sense that in my marrow stirs
To make things mute its ministers.
I fall before the spirit so,
And flesh in terms of spirit know—
The Holy Ghost, the truth that stands
When turned to dust are lips and hands.

"The hiker enjoys that rush into anonymity, that not being there for anyone, except his fellow travelers or the encounters that arise along the way. Taking the first step is synonymous with changing existence for a more or less long time.”

David le Breton

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But to maybe give a bit of context regarding what Kästner wrote about. I read two books by him:

Ölberge, Weinberge (Mountains of Olives, vineyards): in WW2 he was stationed in Greece as a Wehrmacht soldier and traveled there extensively. This book compiles his impressions, thoughts and notes about Greek culture and nature.

Zeltbuch von Tumilad (Tent book from Tumilad): After WW2 ended he spent multiple years in a POW camp in the Egyptian desert. In the book he describes his life there, the people he met, his thoughts and so on. I really like his prosaic style.