intimidates glance, especially when applying perfume behind her ears with that faint, fleeting gesture elegant women (and as any smart woman, load in her purse a vial). While not high radiates aristocratic beauty, class, character. Not a hair out of place (Melenita, in fact, is a marvel. I was dying to know for sure you have the look of polished mahogany of the photos). Simply exchanging a few words with her to discard the first impression of a cold, searching eyes, as transferred the hardness of diamond and stay with sparkles. So Beatriz Espejo. So is the prose diamond Beatriz Espejo.
Born in the port of Veracruz on September 10, 1939, in the bosom of an aristocratic family that gave him material for his first book of short stories, Wall of mercury (1979), Beatriz developed from those early stories the topic that the restless, writes in the preface to his collected stories, "(...) the bourgeois moral double errors that are committed to disguise the facts, put a blindfold over their eyes and give undeserved importance conventions ( ...) "He said he discovered the literature when traveling in New York with his parents, his maternal grandmother's house, he was inevitably drawn to his books and he summoned them: Little Women, Life of St. Teresa of Jesus, the Knights round table, the poems of Salvador Diaz Miron, you like a dove to the nest, I, like a lion to fight .... Began reading without anyone admonish it. At twelve I knew that would be a writer and study Literature. His greatest influence is that of Rosario Castellanos who nevertheless come from a wealthy family made a living with his writing: "Don Javier de Icaza, my teacher at the School and protagonist of the novel The Years with Laura Diaz by Carlos Fuentes, published my first text on the days masked with good ideas but poorly written. A few months away Juan Jose Arreola took the other sister in their notebooks of the Unicorn, a teenager so I was a professional writer, I took a magazine, The pinwheel, in 1959, consisting of pure women, and since then stopped " I account. It was through this magazine which started in journalism interviewing, among other figures, Julio Cortázar and Jorge Luis Borges. His father, despite the dominant male image of the patriarchs of his stories, says Beatriz, was not sexist. Never met discrimination at home: "I am a feminist in my own way, always have been because it was born," he says simply oozes character but from every pore. Similarly
the Marilyn Monroe of her extraordinary story, "Marilyn in bed," Dr. Beatriz mirrors disguised as what people want to see it, a lady Fifi, to wield the pen. No experience flushing at his status of women, fed up revealing in his writing that is undoubtedly writing women, "women's world is my world. Interlinings and understand their aspirations. "Nor is concerned with hiding that comes from the gentry, not worried at all. It has, however, with an academic side (it's full-time researcher at UNAM), which has just deserves the National University Prize in the field of artistic creation and extension of Culture. In his role as literary critic has written a classic study of who was your favorite teacher at the School, Julio Torri, voyeuristic disappointed. The theme of his literature might awaken prejudices make frivolous as it deems most beautiful women protagonists are concerned about the line that they operate in areas exquisite. Another recurring detail in the narrative of Beatriz Espejo, however, is the arrival of a corrupting element, wicked, dirty, ugly, disorderly and threatens a beauty. It would seem, even to enjoy the contempt Beatriz, carpets stained with poop girl, a word out of place that inevitably spoils the romantic evening. Such incidents, however they do not alter this pristine prose that honors the name of its author, are those that nullify the false impression of frivolity, as in the tales included in Haute Couture (1997), Premio San Luis Potosi 1996. As a tribute to Inés Arredondo, Beatriz raised in "Do not try this home" the most bestial erotic attraction than on a transient distinguished Central Park has a black and sweaty bum, whose obscene signs are almost lost his composure: "(...) your bag fell to the ground and rolled through the mulatto as your compact silver coins and some bright sunlight. You bend over to pick them up. He also bent. For a moment you thought would take them and run away. I was amazed that you deliver them a big hand with long nails and dark. The shame you accepted, about to ask you keep money. He almost begged to go with you ... "(Stories collected, Fondo de Cultura Economica, 2004, p. 196). In the same book, "A woman altruistic highlights the patience of a saint lady of quality who can not afford to crash into the wall to the monstrous daughter of his maid, despite the reasons. In the poignant title story to the book, we witness the loving efforts of the Russian seamstress who makes the scarf to strangle her and fatally foolish to Isadora Duncan. "The white delphiniums, which devotes her husband Beatriz many years, the legendary and feared literary critic Emmanuel Carballo, is pure beauty. But beauty, it seems tell the author is not empty, all: "(...) I entered inattentive critics in the magical realism that has garnered the best fruits. It would be a mistake, any writer who imitates another short neck in advance. I wanted to have fun with miraculous realism (emphasis added), convinced that miracles happen around us but often do not notice. "
Limoges tableware. Baccarat chandeliers. Toys Sevres. China white and smooth as milk tablecloths granite. Penelopes who make bridal accessories that are not safe to use someday. Key pieces of the decoration of the tales of Beatrix, as she explains, they cling to the now home nature overwhelms us globalization, although this is more accurate to describe his first two books, Walls of mercury and the singing of the sinner (1993) and Marilyn rubs off on the bed and other stories (2004), more devoted to contemporary. On walls ... and the singing ... you appreciate what Beatrice calls "miraculous realism" and its tone resembles that of the girl from "The urge to fly", including on walls, whose pragmatism is "worthy of prime ministers." Beatriz Espejo family legends narrated in the belief that it is tangible ghosts of domestic wonders, as already mentioned, more attached to the concept a miracle that magic. "My female characters, fictional or autobiographical, come to me as a trigger. Some belong to my childhood, adolescence and youth or middle age, others were taken from the family stories which I heard. Course taken up by the imagination and fantasy. "The song of the sinner" came from a history of Xalapa that brought "The marble angel" whose structure is a braid with two open ends, two possible endings, but in any case carry something endearing, cheerful and painful. I identify with them, and their players, even with that I, as the world of women is my world, I understand their interlinings and aspirations. " But amid the sights, the fear of God and plummeting evenings on the boardwalk, a teenager discovers the power of her femininity and plays mercilessly with his legs causing trouble in his teacher in "One April morning" "(...) and the soul will she be in a thread without smiled with his legs crossed ankle stuck in flesh color that I come to the knees and I presume that I keep a golden tan on his chest (...) The weather is excellent and only grandparents complain about contemporary morality. "(Tales, p. 70). The perversity and innocence make a dough and precious tales of Beatrice, so it is impossible to distinguish one from the another, indeed, to conceive of one without the other. And this feature so typical of the prose is coupled espejiana the amazing ability to paint with words, to recreate authentic pictures of manners and beautiful landscapes. Some paragraphs are genuine postcards, brushstrokes rather than verb: "(...) at the end of the pier-is reads" The chest "- and beyond toward the cemetery, the sand turns dark and pressed together by the pounding of the waves The sea meets the sky and the eyes of men do not consider it a mystery black. "As the uncle of Jesus story of the same name included in Muros, Beatriz has a vocation for the fleeting and works with diaphanous materials as the grace of the angel, the bird's flight, the fragility of the rose ... the optimism of the maids and the sorcery of beautiful older women. His story "Marilyn in bed", included in the book of the same name, we are facing an unexpected Marilyn Monroe: make-up, drunk, pregnant, swollen ... dead. Body whose toe hang a label; foot covered cracks and calluses, and the same disgusted shaking a young journalist who does not believe that thing is the Hollywood sex goddess. A Marilyn on the verge of obesity was sweating profusely as a result of their addiction Benzedrine and Nembutal and therefore, it stank. A story where the master to graduate from horror to beauty overflows and without restraint: "(...) I had a doll that I lost. I still remember the face half rotten, disgusting as my mother. "(Tales meeting, p. 229). Each story of Beatrice, regardless of its length it has also been exploited hiperbreves texts are authentic pieces of jewelry that look more like embroidery than written, a very apparent delirium for perfection, by the tyrannical self, the beauty. For this and for no other reason that little has been published despite having written a lot. Despite having dabbled in virtually all literary genres, including drama, of which he published a work written when was a student of Luisa Josefina Hernández titled "The moon in the pond" in the magazine stations, only one has dared to publish their stories in book form, but in their stories met included a story that could be read as a novel entitled Everything fragmented We as a family, which incorporates and admirably condenses the characteristics of their stories. Beatriz Espejo
he was awarded numerous awards such as the National Journalism Award (1984), the Magda Donato (1986), the Colima National Fiction (1993), that of Distinguished Veracruzana (1997) and the Medal for Literary Merit (Yucatán , 2000). Was a fellow of the Mexican Writers Centre and the College of Mexico. Today a member of the National System of Researchers. His five books have been full of stories collected in Tales. Currently working on her sixth book of stories that he says is the most ambitious.
Born in the port of Veracruz on September 10, 1939, in the bosom of an aristocratic family that gave him material for his first book of short stories, Wall of mercury (1979), Beatriz developed from those early stories the topic that the restless, writes in the preface to his collected stories, "(...) the bourgeois moral double errors that are committed to disguise the facts, put a blindfold over their eyes and give undeserved importance conventions ( ...) "He said he discovered the literature when traveling in New York with his parents, his maternal grandmother's house, he was inevitably drawn to his books and he summoned them: Little Women, Life of St. Teresa of Jesus, the Knights round table, the poems of Salvador Diaz Miron, you like a dove to the nest, I, like a lion to fight .... Began reading without anyone admonish it. At twelve I knew that would be a writer and study Literature. His greatest influence is that of Rosario Castellanos who nevertheless come from a wealthy family made a living with his writing: "Don Javier de Icaza, my teacher at the School and protagonist of the novel The Years with Laura Diaz by Carlos Fuentes, published my first text on the days masked with good ideas but poorly written. A few months away Juan Jose Arreola took the other sister in their notebooks of the Unicorn, a teenager so I was a professional writer, I took a magazine, The pinwheel, in 1959, consisting of pure women, and since then stopped " I account. It was through this magazine which started in journalism interviewing, among other figures, Julio Cortázar and Jorge Luis Borges. His father, despite the dominant male image of the patriarchs of his stories, says Beatriz, was not sexist. Never met discrimination at home: "I am a feminist in my own way, always have been because it was born," he says simply oozes character but from every pore. Similarly
the Marilyn Monroe of her extraordinary story, "Marilyn in bed," Dr. Beatriz mirrors disguised as what people want to see it, a lady Fifi, to wield the pen. No experience flushing at his status of women, fed up revealing in his writing that is undoubtedly writing women, "women's world is my world. Interlinings and understand their aspirations. "Nor is concerned with hiding that comes from the gentry, not worried at all. It has, however, with an academic side (it's full-time researcher at UNAM), which has just deserves the National University Prize in the field of artistic creation and extension of Culture. In his role as literary critic has written a classic study of who was your favorite teacher at the School, Julio Torri, voyeuristic disappointed. The theme of his literature might awaken prejudices make frivolous as it deems most beautiful women protagonists are concerned about the line that they operate in areas exquisite. Another recurring detail in the narrative of Beatriz Espejo, however, is the arrival of a corrupting element, wicked, dirty, ugly, disorderly and threatens a beauty. It would seem, even to enjoy the contempt Beatriz, carpets stained with poop girl, a word out of place that inevitably spoils the romantic evening. Such incidents, however they do not alter this pristine prose that honors the name of its author, are those that nullify the false impression of frivolity, as in the tales included in Haute Couture (1997), Premio San Luis Potosi 1996. As a tribute to Inés Arredondo, Beatriz raised in "Do not try this home" the most bestial erotic attraction than on a transient distinguished Central Park has a black and sweaty bum, whose obscene signs are almost lost his composure: "(...) your bag fell to the ground and rolled through the mulatto as your compact silver coins and some bright sunlight. You bend over to pick them up. He also bent. For a moment you thought would take them and run away. I was amazed that you deliver them a big hand with long nails and dark. The shame you accepted, about to ask you keep money. He almost begged to go with you ... "(Stories collected, Fondo de Cultura Economica, 2004, p. 196). In the same book, "A woman altruistic highlights the patience of a saint lady of quality who can not afford to crash into the wall to the monstrous daughter of his maid, despite the reasons. In the poignant title story to the book, we witness the loving efforts of the Russian seamstress who makes the scarf to strangle her and fatally foolish to Isadora Duncan. "The white delphiniums, which devotes her husband Beatriz many years, the legendary and feared literary critic Emmanuel Carballo, is pure beauty. But beauty, it seems tell the author is not empty, all: "(...) I entered inattentive critics in the magical realism that has garnered the best fruits. It would be a mistake, any writer who imitates another short neck in advance. I wanted to have fun with miraculous realism (emphasis added), convinced that miracles happen around us but often do not notice. "
Limoges tableware. Baccarat chandeliers. Toys Sevres. China white and smooth as milk tablecloths granite. Penelopes who make bridal accessories that are not safe to use someday. Key pieces of the decoration of the tales of Beatrix, as she explains, they cling to the now home nature overwhelms us globalization, although this is more accurate to describe his first two books, Walls of mercury and the singing of the sinner (1993) and Marilyn rubs off on the bed and other stories (2004), more devoted to contemporary. On walls ... and the singing ... you appreciate what Beatrice calls "miraculous realism" and its tone resembles that of the girl from "The urge to fly", including on walls, whose pragmatism is "worthy of prime ministers." Beatriz Espejo family legends narrated in the belief that it is tangible ghosts of domestic wonders, as already mentioned, more attached to the concept a miracle that magic. "My female characters, fictional or autobiographical, come to me as a trigger. Some belong to my childhood, adolescence and youth or middle age, others were taken from the family stories which I heard. Course taken up by the imagination and fantasy. "The song of the sinner" came from a history of Xalapa that brought "The marble angel" whose structure is a braid with two open ends, two possible endings, but in any case carry something endearing, cheerful and painful. I identify with them, and their players, even with that I, as the world of women is my world, I understand their interlinings and aspirations. " But amid the sights, the fear of God and plummeting evenings on the boardwalk, a teenager discovers the power of her femininity and plays mercilessly with his legs causing trouble in his teacher in "One April morning" "(...) and the soul will she be in a thread without smiled with his legs crossed ankle stuck in flesh color that I come to the knees and I presume that I keep a golden tan on his chest (...) The weather is excellent and only grandparents complain about contemporary morality. "(Tales, p. 70). The perversity and innocence make a dough and precious tales of Beatrice, so it is impossible to distinguish one from the another, indeed, to conceive of one without the other. And this feature so typical of the prose is coupled espejiana the amazing ability to paint with words, to recreate authentic pictures of manners and beautiful landscapes. Some paragraphs are genuine postcards, brushstrokes rather than verb: "(...) at the end of the pier-is reads" The chest "- and beyond toward the cemetery, the sand turns dark and pressed together by the pounding of the waves The sea meets the sky and the eyes of men do not consider it a mystery black. "As the uncle of Jesus story of the same name included in Muros, Beatriz has a vocation for the fleeting and works with diaphanous materials as the grace of the angel, the bird's flight, the fragility of the rose ... the optimism of the maids and the sorcery of beautiful older women. His story "Marilyn in bed", included in the book of the same name, we are facing an unexpected Marilyn Monroe: make-up, drunk, pregnant, swollen ... dead. Body whose toe hang a label; foot covered cracks and calluses, and the same disgusted shaking a young journalist who does not believe that thing is the Hollywood sex goddess. A Marilyn on the verge of obesity was sweating profusely as a result of their addiction Benzedrine and Nembutal and therefore, it stank. A story where the master to graduate from horror to beauty overflows and without restraint: "(...) I had a doll that I lost. I still remember the face half rotten, disgusting as my mother. "(Tales meeting, p. 229). Each story of Beatrice, regardless of its length it has also been exploited hiperbreves texts are authentic pieces of jewelry that look more like embroidery than written, a very apparent delirium for perfection, by the tyrannical self, the beauty. For this and for no other reason that little has been published despite having written a lot. Despite having dabbled in virtually all literary genres, including drama, of which he published a work written when was a student of Luisa Josefina Hernández titled "The moon in the pond" in the magazine stations, only one has dared to publish their stories in book form, but in their stories met included a story that could be read as a novel entitled Everything fragmented We as a family, which incorporates and admirably condenses the characteristics of their stories. Beatriz Espejo
he was awarded numerous awards such as the National Journalism Award (1984), the Magda Donato (1986), the Colima National Fiction (1993), that of Distinguished Veracruzana (1997) and the Medal for Literary Merit (Yucatán , 2000). Was a fellow of the Mexican Writers Centre and the College of Mexico. Today a member of the National System of Researchers. His five books have been full of stories collected in Tales. Currently working on her sixth book of stories that he says is the most ambitious.
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