To Federico Patan When Joyce Carol Oates talks about box, appears to be talking about a major art that although matched to the ballet, like all literary art Joyce itself: "(...) occurs both as quickly and with such subtlety of stroke that can not be absorbed but to know that something profound is happening and is happening beyond the words. "(From boxing, Tusquets, Barcelona, \u200b\u200b1990, Translated by Joseph Arconada, p. 21).
Joyce is concerned, yes, the box, the sport that baffles more than passionate since, as a little girl that her father managed to incorporate into their ritual of inveterate lover of the pugilistic art. Being a creature of delicate constitution and all eyes, more like a cicada an athlete, Joyce could say the opposite of Barry NcGuigan when asked why he had made boxer: "I can not be a poet. Do not know how to tell stories ... "Joyce could not use his fists to fight, but he learned to tell them. The structure of the narrative is quite similar to a fight, where each chapter is a round, the intensities vary but never fell. "I started writing very young, even before learning to write, copying the letters from adults, but did not think about being a writer. It was like any girl, I wrote my own songs. "
Joyce Carol Oates, American author considered most likely to soon win the Nobel for Literature, was born on June 16, 1938, in Lockport, New York. After passing through Syracuse University, graduated in English Language and Literature from the University of Wisconsin and earned a doctorate at Rice. After earning honorable mention in a discrete literary contest, the young Joyce, high skinny with a cute face reminiscent of Betty Boop, chose to devote himself to writing. He published his first book, a volume of stories entitled Beside the door of the north in 1963, at age 25. A year later published his first novel, A fall trembling. And while both books deserved laudatory comments, it was not until the publication of the novel They (1969), which would enshrine in the publishing field. Unstoppable, Joyce has accumulated to date, a whopping 112 books published, including novels, collections of short stories, essays and drama, including those signed under the pseudonyms Rosamond Smith and Lauren Kelly. And while it is almost impossible cover everything for serious analysis, this writer says that none of the books that this author is accessed remotely disappointing, rather, to a lesser regarded as novel Angel of Light (1981), I was dazzled by the ability Joyce to tighten the knot full of dramatic tension and characters to round up nearly suffocating, Joyce Carol Oates, rather than catch the reader, hypnotized by the complexity of their narrative structures, never linear, dosing the statement of facts until Bomb explodes the first revelation, his own peculiar way of developing his characters, never failing to amaze with an unusual new revelation habits, secrets, characters, vices, helps to cause the effect of emotional exhaustion. Angel of Light is a thriller, reminiscent of Euripides' Electra, where Kirsten, an anorexic young woman, haggard, half-psychotic and deeply unhappy, trying to convince his equally unhappy brother (who nevertheless strives to look like a winner) that his mother and the lover of this led to the shameful death of his father, so that they bear the duty to avenge him. "Sometimes the sound too contemporary Greeks," reflect the pathetic Maurie Halleck, a New York Agamemnon, politically honest, fair and Christian who commits suicide but to escape the desperation that is a corruption case which has been intruded. Her teenage daughter is convinced her father's innocence and guilt of his beautiful mother, Isabel, and do not hesitate to form alliances with terrorist groups such consummate his revenge. Joyce holds here his art to create characters as pathetic as sublime, which grow up to become endearing pathos, as Michael Mulvaney of Mulvaney What was the. Joyce's novels are peopled with wonderful cowards, whose shoulders bear hardly the greatness of his spirit, while the brave as his brother Owen Kirsten and earn our compassion. Marilyn Monroe, character Joyce that haunted a long, long time ago ("Marilyn Monroe had otado was wonderfully comforting kill themselves for girls" ugly. "pretty girls also found it encouraging," Angel of Light, p. 93), is the apotheosis this stylistic feature Joyce in Blonde (Plaza y Janes, Barcelona, \u200b\u200b2000, translated by Maria Eugenia Ciocchini), a novel, unexpectedly for many, lost his Pulitzer in 2001, Marilyn exceeds its pathos, is imposed on the tragedy, a thousand times told, but in the prodigious pen of Joyce acquires epic hierarchy. "She was a little girl and, in theory, girls Small does not need to meditate, especially girls curly hair beautiful and need not worry, fret or calculating, but she had the habit of frowning like a miniature adult while formulating questions (...)" (p . 58) In Blonde, Marilyn is more than the sex goddess, the representation of femininity in itself humiliated for centuries, as if somehow Joyce speaks to his readers through his character: all, once we was Marilyn ... all we have been tempted to be or at least to pretend to be sex objects ... and all ended up finding a light at the end of the tunnel ... Blonde is, like almost all the novels of Joyce, a story family, a desperate and almost dying of a father figure: "I've always been interested in personal stories. I loved hearing stories about my grandparents and my parents, I thought it had great integrity and strength, virtues deficient in my generation and subsequent ones. "
considered his masterpiece, What was the Mulvaney (Lumen, Library Joyce Carol Oates Barcelona, \u200b\u200b2003, translated by Carme Camps) tackles the story of a typical middle-class family, happy in the United States, virtually falls apart after the rape of the daughter, the only three brothers. The Mulvaney are lovely, are popular, are handsome, are envied, almost worthy of Disney ... but everything ends abruptly just Marianne is raped by the son of one of the most important men in town. Ahead of Marianne, the couple Mulvaney, Michael and Corinne, have heard of a poor wretch, classmate of Marianne itself, which has been forced to leave the village. But this Indian girl, which certainly sympathize, has nothing to do with Marianne. Never occurs to them to fear for the integrity of his own daughter, too perfect to bring something so horrible: "(...) our lives are not ours but are in possession of others, our parents. Our lives are defined by the whims, caprices, cruelty of others. This genetic web, the ties of blood. It was the most ancient curse, older than God. "(P. 392). The story, paradoxically, is told, sometimes judged from the perspective of the "youngest" of the family, who by becoming almost invisible to the tragedy of his sister and their consequences, takes this semi invisibility to analyze each family member : it is through his eyes that all is reduced to ashes, especially the pride of the father, who used to admire for their courage and fortitude, yet ends up banishing his favorite child because it does not stand to see her own pain she personified . The Mulvaney, victims of an offense, pass become the plague of the people, family and open legs raped in the outcast. The rape of the daughter include them, denigrates, the perverts, all are systematically violated over and over again, for the gossip, the relentless cruelty of the guards: "You believe in evil without believing in the devil. There is no Satan, but there is evil. Evil is genetically programmed into our species, our ability against nature, our greed and superstition and stupidity ... I mean the inclination. "(p. 455). Be the boy genius of the family, the second son, who come to the conclusion that only vengeance can restore the Mulvaney some stolen dignity. Joyce Carol Oates
that started reading at age 14. The first book I read was a critical biography of Faulkner, then ate all the work of the author. "I never conceived of having a writer's life, even now I consider myself a teacher than a writer." She has taught at universities in Detroit (61.67), Windsor (67.87) and is currently a professor at Princeton. When questioned the violence of his stories, his answer can not be smarter, "Our crime figures will be incredible to any civilized European. In Sweden and England believe that we live in a kind of western Wild, where every house has a gun. "In 2005, Joyce Carol Oates won the Prix Femina for his novel The Falls.
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